What must it feel like
to be a flower
as it changes,
so slowly
hour by hour,
from seed into seedling
now, now and now!
From bud to flower,
ever so gently
and yet with great power,
unfurling and
hurling
itself with abandon
into the turning
the magical yearning
called growth.
Such expectation
and untold delight,
What must it be like?
Oh,
I know.