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~ Flower ~
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Life On a green and sunlit hill
In the clear of a summer day
With a breeze that swelled the fields
And made the thick grass sway
A little flower strained
Her roots pushed hard and deep
And leaves drank up the light
To warm her in her sleep
A beauty in this quiet place
Comfort and color to the eye
She grew alone upon the hill
Like a fist raised to the sky
If she'd had legs and not a root
Then earth would keep her not
If petals instead had been born wings
She'd ever drift aloft
Nothing could restrain her soul
As the wind she yearned to be
She burned inside her dreaming
Always longing to be free
Then one day came a breaking sky
It screamed and spat out ice
Electric fingers stabbed the earth
The wind became a knife
It tore the ground and spiraled on
From her roots its fingers ripped
She rode the whirlwind everlong
Till in a lull it slipped
Then to the ground and far she fell
She landed near a stream
Lay there dazed with all that passed
And slipped into a dream
Her freedom found but what the price
As the sun began to beat
The flower lay bent and bruised
Starving in the heat
She wished once more of earthen arms
For the hill where she was safe
And wilted while she sobbed inside
Longing for its face
