Becoming, as a flower,
Slowly opening,
Slowly turning
Its face towards the sun,
Surprised at its own potential,
The sudden fragrance released,
The soft caress of the breeze,
The nourishing mix of earth and rain
The life giving force within,
To turn, to die,
To produce fresh fruit,
Becoming more
As lifes cycle turns
Towards new
Being, giving and receiving,
A channel for divine glory
In becoming....
