May 21, 2025
flowers
planted, grown, and raised in the soil;
deep in the earth, near to the core.
filled with hope and dreaming to be
a beautiful blossoming peony.
will i become a flower, a bright petaled story?
one that time tells the tale of,
perhaps one picked for a fair love.
my roots, they are stretching,
my stem, it is tall.
i am flourishing into a flower after all.
stop to smell the first to bloom,
take in poignant colors, from yellow to blue.
am i still the most beautiful, even in the fall?
rain pour down heavily, soak the ground as kids brawl.
sunshine, please help me,
to keep my system strong,
as the creatures are stirring, snakes have been slithering;
as the sky waters flowers that have already withered.
Gracefully Written 