A single bloom on a summer’s day
Hears humanity,
But worries not in their affairs.
Never knows their sins
Or afflictions.
Her life is a simpler sort.
Her roots run deep,
Into the earth,
Where Mother keeps her grounded.
She reaches for Father
Whose guiding light
gives her life and nourishment.
She learns from bird and bee,
Befriends the bug and worm,
Holds hands with her neighbor.
She feels no want or fear.
She doesn’t fight for her place.
She doesn’t climb up to higher places.
Instead, she sits,
Content in her space,
Smiling at the sun.
Stories by Shanna Pikora 