Like the miracle inside .. a seed..
I wonder who and when I was birth..
In by chance of a moment..
I am but a kernel from a core in time..
A drift in the wind.. I ride..
A Soul nurtured in-rooted ground..
With the sun’s kiss I am adored..
The mystery in be.. a simple flower am I..
The meaning of when..
The wonder of why..
Sowed and here I am..
A beauty in nature..
And so it is.. in the now..
That I be..
From seed to flower I become~
by Margie D. Casados