The brief youthful beauty of this flower may be gently fading into a decaying senescence, but it is not dying.
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Rather, it is the beginning of new life.
The latent stamens work is done, and now it becomes rich food for the myriad beetles and other denizens who recycle the organic remains of this place.
Down underneath this floral landscape, the seed is set and will soon become fully realised within its own being.
This is life in all its unstoppable glory.
Photo: Lily in the Dehesa. Courtesy of the author.
Unable to sleep one night, I went out on the front porch with a beverage. In the midst of the ebbing night, as I began to listen, I heard crickets, tree frogs, a few morning doves, and that great horned owl in chorus. There was the occasional rustle of the leaves, or the early rising sparrow, blue bird, even a red squirrel chattering a lyric or two..
I’m sitting there thinking, “Natures symphony. Am I the only one on earth hearing it?”
Enjoying your writing, poetry, thoughts, Neil.