The Mystery of the Lily Seeds

Summer Lilies

 

They say deer eat these mine are all still healthy

Summers lilies of pumpkin gold

waving softly in the wind

The black seeds perched

precariously at the center of every leaf.

 

I wonder-which wisp of wind

will scatter seeds and where will they land?

Will they hang on drying slowly

until fall finally wilts the plant?

 

The fuzzy stamens, tempting new life-

why do the seeds form down the branch,

when the stamens and ovulates

rest within the velvety soft flower?

 

Each tiny gift nature has given

develops its own ways,

keeps its mystical secrets,

reminds us that every living thing.

 

is special, unique, magical.

Look at a daisy, a lily, a daffodil,

every one with its own way to reproduce,

Life itself holds infinite recipes.

 

Every flower shares it beauty,

to observe and enjoy is a gift

free and simple, there for the taking.

The finest things in life ARE free!

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8 Responses so far »

  1. 1

    Indeed, free and often under appreciated, beebee. This is a lovely tribute.

  2. 5

    Sandra Bennett said,

    You open my mind to things I never thought of before. Thanks.

  3. 7

    Thank you for the follow back Beebee! Wish you well.

  4. 8

    Reblogged this on idealisticrebel and commented:
    Beautiful and full of spirit. Hugs, Barbara


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