From beyond the horizon of time, my roots unending, chose life For as in the beginning, I in the dark, beheld light When even in the dark of night I must climb When challenges I must face, rather than taking flight I must look right towards the light Even in winter, I am a flower. May I assume any color in the scheme of good things Assuming any form, in whatever haven I choose Like a rainbow following rain, I'll rise I'll rise with crimson/gold, each clear day Even in winter, I am a flower. From the innermost chambers of my conscience, came I Saturated with thoughts for life Springing forth day and night Like a rainbow shimmering, I rise I rise, delighting in life's gift of a new day Even in winter, I am a flower I am a flower, even in winter. ....Written at age 50.

Copyright © Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis | Year Posted 2016