A Single Pedal of Red

Soft red pedals
Like the deepest blush
Languish in the sunlight.
The light
Direct and revealing
Traces the gentle purple veins
And the rich
Forest green stem.
She waves slowly in the wind
That whispers through the grass
Dancing in place.
The field stretches on
Until the emerald green
Blurs into a blanket
That lays under a delicate blue sky.
The field is alive
Rippling with the wind
And the shadow of transient clouds
She stands in the middle
The only color that expresses the suns warmth.
A single seed
Dropped from an uncaring hand.
The bees play with her for a time
But they do not stay.
There are fields with more color.
So she remains
With the wind
The sun
And the never ending grass.