Silky flower with ever soft skin,
standing stubborn in the wind;
If a speak a breath of air,
will you bend, or break, or tear?
Sunlight, moonlight, how you glow;
You stretch and you sigh, a gesture I know.
I'd like to collect you, nurture you with care,
displaying you in a dark corner just isn't quite fair.
You belong in a field, full of freedom and spirit!
You need happiness, color, laughter,
and I need to hear it.
how sensitive you are to
how sensitive you are to flower rights... you join George Bernard Shaw who said
"I love little children too but I don't cut off their heads and stick them in vases"
It was actually a metaphor, I
It was actually a metaphor, I was watching my boyfriend sleep and I was inspired to write this. I definitely love the Bernard Shaw quote!