A Golden Harvest
Marigolds and jasmine whisper their harvest
As the fields reap what has been sown.
Born in the fondness of yesteryear,
A kind heart has shed its buds
Thriving,
Free,
These sentient spirits
Flow silent
yet graceful.
Beneath their blissful dreams
Are the echoes of the feminine voice
Urged on to flight,
A promise in the distance
Adorned with flames
of glory
Glistening from afar,
The power of a thousand legions
In a single star
Fragrant in their strength
As they shed the past,
Revealing
A transcendent core,
A conquest of knowledge
A new found sense of being,
A secret wisdom,
With each resplendent pose
Within each glistening leaf,
A birthing
A golden harvest.
