“Her wings turned into flower petals in the garden.
She had been dropped among the seedlings to bloom earth colors.
But magical light came out of her buds.
Developing unusual colors that caused a panic in the garden.
Some pulled off her pieces and some dug at her roots.
But the petals grew back more intense and peculiar each time.
The sun was her honourable friend …
And the rain was her brother.
She learned that in them,
Was a family of her own.
The wind was a mystical sister.
Who blew her pieces of petals far away,
And out of the garden fences.
She pulled up her roots,
As any good flower would do.
And went on a journey across the garden,
To find them.
The moon was her loyal lantern.
Leading her in the darkest of nights.
Though she never recovered all of the petals,
She escaped the garden.
The sun, moon, wind and rain,
Had schemed to free her.
And she knew,
She would bloom again.
In a garden of mystical buds.
Found by the ancestors.”
Written by Lucia Sullivan ♥ Copyright 2018 all rights reserved
I AM A CLAIRVOYANT, POET, WRITER, AND SEER. I BELIEVE ALL THINGS ARE MOVING TOWARDS THE LIGHT. I LOVE MUSIC, DANCING, BOATING, NATURE, AND ANIMALS.