Isabelle Fleming
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Samridhi Girdhar/The Baron
Fate, divine, takes flight
The pappus dances on the air
Married to the idea of last rites
Floating to settle among the nowhere
Softly landing on rich soil
The roots begin to grow
Though threats loom, there is no recoil
Prepared to live a life gentle and slow
The stem stretches to reach grass
The florets are ready to bloom
Soon they will be here en masse
Green speckled in gold to rid gloom