She rises up in pink morning dawn, alabaster Goddess of trees, pushing open her bountiful sweet scented blooms to feed butterflies and hoarding bees
She’s not shy about her nakedness, but stands tall and proud, for the blossoms and leaves surround her in a velvet blushed shroud
At her feet grows a bevy of floral essence dreams, a tapestry over her delicate roots, sheltered they are to dig deep into earth, to flourish and spread tendrils and green shoots
For hers is a life of bountiful wonder, as she strives to renew Mother earth, filling every season with color and wonder, offering each a sweet rebirth.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg