"Ella"

For a kiss to be missed,
The flower must erode.
It must set in its season to flower a beacon.
Giving way to bed for seeds to lay in their season.
In the thistles and thickets, plants place their tickets.
Taking brown from the ground and turning over a new reason.
Tendrils and thorns fill the brush and it's boughs leading to a grass menagerie formed from a path beaten down
Twigs and leaves dress the hollows and mark nature's trail where it ends
Showing forgetful spirits nature's lip, where the forest parts, to tenderly shine where the kiss of nature starts.
©flowtad