Monday, June 10, 2013

cycles

we are seeds,
planted.
then into
buds we
turn.
to become flowers,
is what we learn.
then as flowers
we bloom,
feed insects
who make plants
grasses, trees.
and then we are gone.
our earth mother
is pleased.
                    
                                              a trio of bronx beauties

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I am a proud senior, forever hippie, who has incorporated the peace and love vibe into the technosphere of the 21st century. Gratitude and love of all beings is what I live for and how I live. My husband and I are guardians of pteribird in heaven and magic Mikey a special needs senior parrot, whose intelligence and love is beautiful and humbling. Blessings