2. ‘Tis Only

’Tis anything but sturdy.
A moment —
so brief,
so delicate,
so precious,
but so fleeting.

’Tis anything but forceful.
Each day–
slowly emerging
into existence,
seeking permission
at every step.

’Tis anything but loud.
Reaching it’s climax–
it’s merely a whisper
a quiet, radiant thrill
filling the body
with sweet,
gentle pleasure.

’Tis only,
but a flower–
made to grace the days
with beauty.