My roots have made a home Deep in the layers of loam I have sprouted some leaves Released my seed, I am blossoming Frail petals clenching fragile stalk A life so beautiful A life so delicate Sands through the seam of the time keeper Have we learned how to number our days The hands of time will transform and shape The silk in my wings is fair I don't question who I'm called to be The gardener didn't request a fern or a tree He chose to plant me So I'll bloom, and that's what I'll be The very best version of me To honor him, I won't stop growing till its complete I'll bring beauty to dormancy Transient creations Made precious by mortality Vulnerable, exposed My beauty offers no armor Winter reveals its sharp sting A chill breeze that's overbearing The vary moment is fleeting The color in my veins have turned to grey Frail petals clenching fragile stalk A wind that passes and comes not again Sands through the seem of the time keeper Have we learned how to number our days The hands of time will transform and shape The silk in my wings is dead The prettiest of things waste