To Serve the Flower

Told me that she loved to grow
Organic farmer, natural, weeds to know
Earthiness is what she knew
She is beauty’s most natural view.

Told me she was free to know
She choose me, I didn’t know
Didn’t expect this angel to know
That I am more than what I show.

Met her as we went to shower
Male and female all in one tower
She was bleeding did not cower
Allowed me wash her in the shower.

I cleaned her gently
Knew she had exposed the flower
I felt honored to be in her power
Fragile trust to serve the flower.

Overwhelmed I left her – could not stay
Felt unworthy to serve her this way
I am man – conditioned
She is natural, the earth is her way.

Breakfast came and she was there
Quietly ignored me, did not care
She said ‘I need to say goodbye’
Hugged me gently, went her way.