A miracle of circumstance
Like a great cosmic hand
Pulls together
Earth and air
Light and water
To transform dust
Into a blossom
You are a wild thing
And you are beautiful--
The sun at the center of a
Great green cosmos
Until some child comes along
Yanks you up in one pull
Says some nonsense
And it's off with your head
Though you are a miracle.
You go to seed
Another child takes you in hand
You hear wishes--
Something for herself--
And she blows your seed
Across the universe
If the stars you have become
Scatter in just the right way
Her dream comes true
Sandy Carlson Social