I started my life tiny, in a part of my mother rooted in a crack on the earth.

Thin, little and brown with a cloud of white hair on my head

I hugged my mother close one last time until I was ready.

I flew away from my mother on a white fluffy cloud.

I flew high and far to green fields far from what I knew.

When I finally landed I found my home on a patch of green green grass all my own.

I lost my cloud and planted my roots.

I slowly began to extend my stalk into the sky like my mother before me.

In time I grew buds of my own.

At the height of my beauty my flowers opened, shining a yellow almost as bright as the sun.

My siblings shown that same yellow around me and we turned that green grass into a bright sea of yellow.

But just as my mother before me,I closed my buds, my hair turned white, I huged my children for one last time before releasing them to the spring of this world

Our field now bare awaiting the day we bloom again.