Dark clouds growl at you
Hurtling you through the sky
Different greys swirl
One flower, tall
Standing proudly and straight
Unwilling to bend
Flit and fly, come close
That flower whispers to me
Beating hard, I land
Cautiously I sway
Gently, gently I whisper
Why did you call me
Why wish to talk to me now
What can I do for beauty
The grass surrounds her
Protecting her, like a brother
Wishing and waiting
Hopes that she won't ever fall
She will forever stand tall
j.h.
1 comment:
I love the metaphorical depth.
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