Summers lilies of pumpkin gold
waving softly in the wind
The black seeds perched
precariously at the center of every leaf.
I wonder-which wisp of wind
will scatter seeds and where will they land?
Will they hang on drying slowly
until fall finally wilts the plant?
The fuzzy stamens, tempting new life-
why do the seeds form down the branch,
when the stamens and ovulates
rest within the velvety soft flower?
Each tiny gift nature has given
develops its own ways,
keeps its mystical secrets,
reminds us that every living thing.
is special, unique, magical.
Look at a daisy, a lily, a daffodil,
every one with its own way to reproduce,
Life itself holds infinite recipes.
Every flower shares it beauty,
to observe and enjoy is a gift
free and simple, there for the taking.
The finest things in life ARE free!