on the mission to forever
my sun is yours
did you know it finds you
when your eyes are opened?
a seed, free to be…
floating with something
the embers keep you alive
. . .
but i have a secret
come up for air
i’m thankful that i know
what happens to seeds
who are loved
© r.e.l. 3/5/11
image “the sun”
posted for Jingle Poetry week 25
14 thoughts on “come up for air”
this is adorable robin. just loved it. i too know the way the loved, nurtured seed blooms.
seeds have all the answers, don’t they..
Sweet, loving piece.
thanks, kim… appreciate your comments 🙂
Ooo I liked that!
thanks for stopping by 😉
seeds who are loved is nice.. thank you for sharing this! my late potluck haha- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2011/03/08/nectar-from-heaven/
yes, i think so.
you never fail to entertain or inspire.
thanks, jingle… i always cherish your comments…
Flowers grow. Seeds fall. The sun rises, opening flowers.
the circle of life… and i think too of the seeds (as ideas) inside us…
lovely as ever…
thank you…. seeds have so much life