In the petals of the wildflower, I see the laughter of the sun, As it spills gentleness over leaves, Awakening spirit and life, a soft hymn Composed by roots plunged beneath; And as dusk arrives to cradle the day, The earth exhales, an immense sigh, Letting all its beauty stay, Whispering secrets of time to timelessness, And in the twilight, I wish to linger, A prayer wrapped in the warmth of spring, To witness the wonder of each evening— The way we are shaped by what we touch, In the embrace of nature’s arms.

— “Wildflower Prayer”

• James Wright