We are but flowers in the sun, From past seed of generations, our life begun. Seed within Earth’s great womb, begins life’s miracle anew, With sun and rain, God’s gift revealed, o’er morning dew.
Seeds sprout with life, roots searching deep, To garner sustenance, for life to keep. Our image cast, within forbearer’s set shadow, With little care and guidance, we’re left to wallow.
But, with sun’s rays, and gentle rain’s delight, We prosper greatly, as if by striving, secure our plight. Though wind and storm, and wicked winter come, We gird our boughs, our stems held firm, and a’plumb.
Alas, sunlight’s days grow shorter, as we dither, Our brave petals fall, our shiny leaves begin to wither. The miracle of life’s journey, now almost done, We are but flowers in the sun.