Yellow green iris
Soft petals fell from her yellow
No sound could be heard as her petals
A deep breath of air cleared some
thorns deep inside her.
Both feet hit the ground like a song
drunk on cider.
She stood tall like a tree,
Showing strength and desire.
Fire roared while sharp pain
stabbed deeply inside her.
Wild flames blazed the thorns
that soon turned to ember.
A time of transition she will always
When soft petals fall silent from yellow green iris,
It's a reminder to all, there's a fire inside us.