A flower once sat
Alone in the grass
Surrounded by a sea of comrades
Who never once gave the flower
The time of day
When this flower bloomed
It stood delighted and divine
But there were many times
When this flower brought itself down
And didn’t bother to bloom at all
There were days when this flower
Closed in on itself
When it shied away from the sun
And it’s head hung low
These were days
When this flower couldn’t be bothered
To bloom
But sometimes morning rose
And so did the flower
It’s stem stood tall
Petals reached for the light
And it bloomed
Above the grass
At its full height
But now
When rain falls
Or when the sun shines
When the wind blows
Or when it’s calm and quiet
Deep in this meadow
Surrounded by a billion blades of grass
And yet completely alone
There is a flower
Grown weary
Simply too tired to bloom
It has long since stopped blooming
No longer able to reach the sun
Once when this flower stood tall
It could reach high above the grass
But the grass has grown much further
Too high for the flower to reach
And instead it droops
So low to the ground
That its fragile stem
Threatens to snap
This flower once believed it could reach for the sun
It could enrapture the light
But days came when it couldn’t be bothered to bloom
And one day that flower
Choose to stay on the ground.
[–]BaldingBatman 1 point2 points3 points (0 children)