Flowers will always find a way to grow
Kids will trample on them, rip at them, kill them...
But they'll always come back
They will repair themselves
Prove us wrong
They will re root and grow through concrete
We will comment on their appearance
They will cheer people up
Celebrate lost life
Sit in windowsills absorbing the sunlight
They are everywhere
Epitomy of a pretty countryside
Bring a smile to the saddest face
Help people embrace
Remind us of war lost heroes
Oh how I love them
Flowers
One of lifes pleasures
No comments:
Post a Comment