The Weight of A Flower

Waking flower smile at the sun,

Shake of the moon’s cold stare

Let your leaves work be done

Before they become striped bare



Conquer the day like a foliage Hun

Leave your mark for the future in our layer

Tell the grip of death that you’ll have none

Do not succumb to its sadistic snare.



Be here with all as one

The colours of this world to proudly wear

Guide us all as if your son

To urge us to dance to dare

Author's Notes/Comments: 

need help foliage just doesn't cut he mustard

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that was awsome luv
it flowed well and read smoth as a baby's bottom ( without diaper rash)

speaking of baby
I've got 6 weeks to go


Much Love

Ashley