Those flowers, their time in the sun, finished,
Had been hurtling towards this end, surrender
Was selfless, they were strewn in sacred lines,
Their chaos like a Breughel painting swirled.
Colors turned landscape into a riot,
I felt my whole body quiver like strings,
A bow’s tension, laughter came unbidden,
Through dawn\'s quiet like an aimless arrow.
I felt, in my blood, the peace of wild things,
Their sacred geometry a comfort,
To an aching world, hearts made new by flowers,
Chaos resolved, our senses redefined.
Their surrender was a song for our peace,
A riot of sensation, wild, complete.