Purpose

I spot her, among the many miracles 

Punctuating the walking trail

Amid aquamarine waters

Topped with diamond froth,

Emerald grasses grazing the footsteps.

She looks like a fleck

With an aura larger than her dainty form

Like a blueprint for a camp fire

Or the orange ball blazing the skies.

Wildflower, like the queen lioness 

Packs her presence despite her littleness 

Living her finite lifetime

In her obliviousness

Spreading herself unconditionally 

Unfamiliar with her own magic.

As I arrest my thought and connect with her being

A purpose ties us like a mystic web

This meeting was a cosmic pact

For her to feed my awe

And for me to freeze her grace

Those ombre petals inspire my words in praise

A gist that fits in my pincer grasp

Yet surpasses everything I am

And every word I string.

I humbly surrender to her highness 

The tiny bloom that blessed my way.