Asteraceae

Little blossom
You will bloom and fade
Your heart will wither
And be swept away
Like a shattered bone
Free of weight
To the wilderness
And waste

You may fall to the ground
At your mother's feet
You may ride on the wind
For many leagues
Be swept by the rain
To a deep ravine
Or fly on a wing
Across the sea

But little blossom
You will fall and you will die
And darkness
Will block out the sky
As you suffocate
Beneath the earth
From the dried-out husk
Of a heart shall lurch

The pale white ghost of a root
And as it roots

Then the hole in your heart
Will turn into a crack
That widens and splits
That dead heart in half
It pushes and pulls
And it claws its way up
Till it casts you aside
And is free for the sun
Then it's done

In the springtime
When the earth is alive
With your likeness
After you have died
Would you wonder?
Would you be satisfied?
Would it matter
If there is no other way?