Monday, December 7, 2020

So goes the flowers

 So goes the flower 

The earth revolves

The flower sits in the dirt 

Or above the land 

The world of hurt.

The buds push away 

The flower no longer heard

Though it still bursts

With sound and word.

The flower ignored all it was told

But then it never thought it

Would grow 

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greetings! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason. my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find inspiration in too many things to list, and far too many more to remember. sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from living with a chronic illness, i have learned the beauty of each day, and treat each as another sun salutation, and another chance.