Endless cycle

• Nicole Biewenga, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2003

Its head droops, falling, wilting
Day in and out the flower gradually turns a gray-brown color
Its luxurious hues of bright yellow and green fade into oblivion
Melt into obscurity, become one with the dirt from which it sprang
One seed falls
Time passes with the tan tip of the seed unseen under the ground
There seems to be nothing, but what is this?
A tiny green speck like a beam of light in a barren wasteland
Its tiny leaves unfurling and reaching for the sky
Growing, stretching, renewing
A miniature bud forms, a tiny polyp on the bright green stem
Growing larger and larger, the inner beauty trying to escape
The bud erupts into a thousand petals of pure ecstasy
A perfect bloom—
the cycle begins again.