Tangible Star Poem by Indigo Rose Christman

Your new life starts as a tiny bud, pushing up from the rich black soil.
Blades of bright green grass tickle your stalk as you stretch towards the sky.
The sun beats down, then rain nourishes you.
At last you open, showing your bright yellow petals.
Like a star sprouting from the earth.
Your young beauty graces us for a short while,
Then you shrink, old and gray.
Now you are old, but still beautiful.
Your wispy gray hairs cling to your children.
A small cold breeze gently picks up the last of your life.
And your children, held up by your gray gift to them,
Fly out, into the world,
And begin anew.

(I wrote this poem a few years ago...)