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flower on the third planet from the sun
The flower on a distant planet
The size of me
The wind on the enormous planet
Moves her side to side.
The flower knows not sin nor disrespect,
but life.
Its blue petals brighten the world around she
o' the abundance of life around her.
She is the planets life converter.
She takes in decayed air,
replaces it,
with lifes need of survival,
but knowing not sin, the plant cannot suspect it.
He who is sin,
plucks she who is innocent out.
The flower "innocent" cannot be restored.
She sits still dying,
her petals are blue no more, and the abundance of life no longer surrounds her.
Life moves on to another flower
awaiting the same fate...
The flower on a distant planet.
-october 18,2011
Your sweet poem reminds me of
Your sweet poem reminds me of George Bernard Shaw saying
"I love little children too but I don't cut off their heads and stick them in vases"
as well as Sathya Sai Baba who said "Why pluck a flower and hasten her death?"
Thank you
im honored
thank you very much