What am I beside a flower

A tiny miniscule, but towering force

With power to tread if I but will

This ball brushed beauty, finite source

Of everlasting evergreen

Turn, return and yet not seem

Encore and overture in one

Its weak stemmed strength, it seems to teem

With everlasting evergreen

Again. again and more again

What am I beside a God

A tiny miniscule…depending

Just……..depending