Flowers bloom adversities of sun, storm,
into soothing complexities of 'now',
nurturing theologies' mythology colors...
Earthwise teaching unknown.
Each their own timeplace plexity.
As us, carbon-based lifeforms,
comet-borne, born, compressed
as flower petals between infinity's
pages, stratified beauty...
erupting skyward, from whence
we came, as flowers of the stars.
We, earth's tempests, are
rough diamonds...
polished by time, faceted
with the twinklings
of Night.
elysabeth faslund
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-stars-diamonds/
