Raindrops like tsunamis
erode canyons in our earth;
we sway, bend, bow to Light Giver.
After the rainstorm ends
our roots absorb Life Liquid;
our petals slowly shine shine shine.
The Spider and the Butterfly
emerge from their hidden home;
Weaving webs of green and new life
and fluttering up, away;
Light Giver breaks forth, shattering
clouds as her face peers through the carnage;
Our stems wave, our petals shake
because the winds embrace our bodies;
we are not alone.
we are those who pepper the mountainside
and feed the beasts who circle around us;
we grow and pollinate, with time to bide
before the Cold Time will kill us.
we live together, amongst the Garden
turning our faces to the sky;
day after day we beg your pardon
before we are picked and die.
Just read this again after so long. I like how the flowers have this primal like sound to their words. It's earthy, it's primal, it's poetic, just what you would expect a flower to be.
ReplyDeleteWoah, definitely one of my favorites. I got chills throughout the whole thing. I loved it.
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