I am
The seed of my own thoughts
The butterfly bringing them to life
And the golden opportunities playing in the wind

I will grow, bloom and rot
To re-grow again
To bloom with new colors
And nurture others while I cease to exist

I honor
The lesson told by the soft rain
The fire brought by the sun
And the gift of contemplation in the moonlight

I keep in mind
Those who came before me
Those who are walking next to me
And I am grateful for the moment of eternal presence