I can see her there, unique
Standing, in a field of wildest flowers
So small among the other blooms
The one that no one initially sees.
Cosmos, confidently swaying back and forth
Steady and certain in her comfort
Safe, in the caring and gentle arms
Of a familiar summer breeze.
How beautiful the blossom
Resplendent in this world
Like a smile and then a laugh
Sunshine, spreading with the hour.
Among bird songs and butterflies
Such a lovely place to feel alive
With the natural music of the field
Bees visiting, from flower to flower.
She seems to grow within that moment
Effortlessly sharing, all of her warmth
The self-perennial seeds of her being
Spread about, in an ever-lasting layer.
A simple expression of who she is
Steadily, more colourful, more vibrant
And, the more she shows of herself
The more we love to find her there.
Cosmos…flower, and universe,
Aptly named in every sense.
In a world of variety and expanse,
She could set her self apart.
Far more than the eye sees.
Far stronger than her stature.
Feisty, and fun, and genuine.
So much kindness in her heart.
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Gone too soon. Her essence, always here
Like a sweet touch of lavender
And the freshest breath of air
Together…Rising into clearest sky.
Visions so vivid, now sadly fleeting,
Close in memory, then suddenly so far
We see our Cosmos, through too-late tears
And must wave our last goodbye.