Cosmic Cycle

Tonight I watch the flower Wilt,
Turning brown at the edges,
As its’s Velvet petals and Sweet Scent
cling to the edges of life,

I get to smile at the knowledge
That even when my edges curl in and I fade
The very cells that make my body,
Will themselves Break
 
Into the same groups of Atoms
That once lived in dinosaurs and stardust ,
That soon will grow in to flowers,
 
Celie