Flower poem

I open my petals a little, stretched up, I grow, seeing the light. And you stab me with my eye’s shut. I wipe away the juices, sow myself up, tight-a bud. I beg for a promise for future protection. I’m a flower and I’ll forever open with the seasons.

Your the winter.

You freeze me. Stopped still. Cold. Withered, I drop to the floor. Energy less. Without form. I’m gone. Deep deep down.

Deep down in the ground I grow. Stronger. Replenishing, ready to grow stronger than before. I bloom into new after this darkness , shortness, tiredness. Slowly slowly. I’ll see me growing beautifully. Springing into a bounty. Eternally. In a circle. This is a cycle of renewal and growth.


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