The Souls of the Flowers a poem

The souls of the flowers waft
upwards to heaven,
and mingle molecule and molecule
with those of the dead,
whom I loved and still love.
The molecules assemble, collide, reassemble
and dance with possibilities to offer God
life configurations eons down time's axis.
This is the way of evolution: of life, of spinning galaxies,
of consciousness, of the souls of flowers.