flower child

I am a flower child
lost in a field of
blooming wild flowers

I spin with my arms
out catching the wind
as my dress ripples

A headband made from sage
held with leaves of thyme
it fits me and only me

Petals whisper from their
beds as they stretch and
reach for the suns warmth

And I stand still in place
copying my beautiful sisters
reaching for the sunshine

I can feel my petals open
up just in time to be
watered from above