Flowers in spring prefer growing in crowds.
They seem a sociable cult.
But flowers can never grow on a
cloud
With any successful result.
A cloud is unstable, acceptive to
change.
They lose their bearing to the wind
in exchange
For a free-born spirit to stroll
'cross the blue
To wherever the wind wants to carry
them to.
But flowers are stable, their roots
need the soil.
They reach for the sun. They labor
and toil
To free their roots from the bonds that
confine;
To rescue their souls, deliver
their minds
So that they too may fly where the
free wind may bid;
To see what's to see; to shout it
out loud;
I'm free, I'm whole, my bloom is
unhid."
...But a flower can't grow on a
cloud.
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