Wednesday, August 12, 2020

Such Is the Plight of Man

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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