The Real Master

a part of me i could name you all their functions a part of me i could not fathom the master behind them all the same master works the lotus each morn petal by petal little by little till it dances like a pretty lass the water when it drips its last from the world i too would follow suit when the master thinks it time for all the blooms to call it a day and say goodbye i too would follow suit the plants, water, light and me are one as blood is to this physique me bound to the world tight as steel though free to roam mother and child when the conscious part, the physique go i join the trees, water, and the master to work his world late grandma see she is now a row of seeds