Flower
Concrete clouds smother the light we glow
Lost in mist we made we never know
We never know the meaning of color
Or what it means to truly grow
Ignoring the winds of fate we put up walls
Without the breeze we can't hear the call
Using nail and splinter to keep out winter
But spring never comes in these empty halls
If a person were to fall into the sea
They'd find it rather difficult to breathe
Much like nature planted in our web of steel
A flower without freedom wouldn't know what to be
Far from fields it would never get to see
Rolling hills and plains of endless beauty
Blinded it would wither from not being shown
Something as tall and proud as a tree
With only petals a flower cannot hoe to say
That through the window barely comes a ray
So instead towards the sun it leans
And when kissed by the breeze, a flower dreams.
...who will you be dreaming of?
My Poetry Portfolio
