The Flower and the Soil

A seed was planted long ago

Before either soul knew

As he toiled away on his inner self

The little seed grew.

With soil so rich, so full of life,

He knew he could hold her forming.

Her roots slide down,

Exploring and exploring.

Then quite by surprise

The sprout popped up

Feeling so safe, so supported and right

She grew straight up, as if in flight.

She grew tall,

While her roots dug deeper

His soil supporting,

Enjoying this creature.

Her roots fill in the spaces

He didn’t know he had,

stirring ancient knowing

Strengthening the man.

And in the stillness of morning

As the sun warmed them both

Her flower bloomed

and not a word was spoke.

Here she stood, herself in full bloom

His soil embracing her every root.

Even as time passed and storms came,

The soil never faulted, the flower stayed.