silk flowers v

From silk to roses
I felt a shrinking hole
be filled with thoughts of
white petals.
Once so hollow, the walls
seem to let the sun
in,
and help her grow.
One more grain.

Spreading her seeds
she flits by,
letting one land
ever so softly
in the tunnel
the worm once
called home.
She grows there, now,
more and more
every day.

The worm,
at first unsure
what to think of
this new neighbor,
has now come to find
her to belong.

He inches closer to her,
opens his once cold-blooded
heart
and finds
a new rose growing
within.

He calls this
rose "love".

One more grain.