Yellow flames fly out from her center
reaching towards the blue sky above.
Gently she sways in the warm spring winds
without a care in the world.
She dances with her friends in the field,
nourishing the bees and lady bugs alike.
She grows in the sun all the days long,
until she grows heavy with seeds,
and takes her final bow.
April 18, 2021 ~DRM~
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