The Flower
Not sure why I wrote this...but it felt right. I think it's one of those metaphor things...*wink*
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Pushing,
Rising,
Growing.
Greeting the fresh air,
Taking in the sun.
Dew drops sticking,
A breeze flutters.
The time has come,
The petals unfurl.
To everyone’s eye,
A thing of grace and beauty.
Young and new,
Vibrant and alive,
Something precious,
Something delicate.
Who would crush it?
Who dare to even touch it?
But there it lies,
Cut,
Beaten,
Trampled.
Is this what humans cause,
Suffering and destruction?
Is this what we enjoy,
Crushing beauty,
Destroying life?
~Zoo
Rising,
Growing.
Greeting the fresh air,
Taking in the sun.
Dew drops sticking,
A breeze flutters.
The time has come,
The petals unfurl.
To everyone’s eye,
A thing of grace and beauty.
Young and new,
Vibrant and alive,
Something precious,
Something delicate.
Who would crush it?
Who dare to even touch it?
But there it lies,
Cut,
Beaten,
Trampled.
Is this what humans cause,
Suffering and destruction?
Is this what we enjoy,
Crushing beauty,
Destroying life?
~Zoo


