A Flowering Weed

A flowering weed in a wild garden
Alone it stands, draped in a shawl of moonlight
It speaks to the earth, the sand, and the stone.
Who speaks in return?

As the darkness withdraws
And light returns
New life dawns, in the desolate grove,
Up from the ground, new flora grows

The music of the flower begins to play
Intertwined as one
The flowers sway,
But before nightfall, the music stops
And together the flowers commune their thoughts

And as sunlight fades and the moon returns
The flowers eclipse the lonely soul
And with them they bring it
Back under the ground
Where a flowering weed may find a home.