My lovely, royal poinciana friend is doing it again.
Letting go of her full, vibrant blooms, they are spiraling down, taking rest on the surface of the pool.
They are lovely, these offerings.
Small, golden-orange flames, they reflect the radiant light of the heart.
Fire surrendered to water, they are whispering:
"Give what is most beautiful of yourself to the vastness of Spirit."
Those blooms were never mine to begin with.
They were always meant to be shared.