Popped-up, golden yellow plume
swinging like a colorful balloon.
Dancing, swaying in the breeze,
Iím laughing at this natureís tease.
As if she says, ďIím here to stayĒ,
not so bashful in any way.
Blessed is the one who will harvest
husking the shellís tear-shaped beads.
Giant eyes of color see,
such wonderful expression of natureís beauty.
Consider the source
of this Creatorís choice
To give us that brown-eyed bloom
larger than life,
and enjoy itís crisp color, sharp as a knife.
Stands at attention like soldiers
in a row,
this flower lives to let everyone know,
Just how lovely her colorís glow
wondering where her next seeds sheíll sow.
Hidden for next summer when sheíll
pop open the soil,
again to show off her colorís royal.
Detail "Facing the Sun" Kiera Korte, Age 12