Marigold

I drink from the river of life,
I am drunk,
It takes a madness of the soul,
To see a marigold,
As the epitome of creation,
In the many folds of its yellow petals,
Shies away the life force,
Quietly summoning passers-by to stop and stare,
As the music of silence carries away the din,
Ah, the beauty of breathing freshness,
Of bliss settling deep,
The rare moment when you and I become the flower,
That God intended us to be.