The Flower
Hear the sound
Of nothing.
Peaceful tunes
We don't listen to
Or pay any mind
Until nothing else
Is left-
See the flower
Growing slowly
Desperate
To hold
From roots alone.
Rain is falling
Wash away my life
As I know it.
My soil is dry
And my soul is hungry
For my roots to grow
So the wind won't carry
Me away.
8-7-09
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