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| Ⓒ Barbara Goodsitt 11" x 14" Colored pencil on Stonehenge drawing paper. |
The Flower
by Barbara Goodsitt
Sunshine pours down:
Acceptance, loving openness, joy and pleasure.
The flower opens.
Darkness comes:
Bringing judgment, insecurity, fear and pain.
The flower closes.
We are flowers cycling through life.
Moods change and unseen powers wash over us,
We do our best.
We have our time to blossom and grow,
Host a bee, and have our petals plucked.
We have our time to close up and protect.
But being perennial,
We can bloom again in another season.
