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He seems to have a type
Strong mountain flowers
That want to walk the mountain
Not as one but as two
Walking hand in hand
That mountain flower
That can only be found
At higher elevations
Like the Pasque
that has struggled
For the light of spring.
to splash through streams
And don't really need
But want and dream
He thinks he sees
But keeps reaching
For this natural creature
That can fix and please
Which he deems
broken
He gets their hearts
Of course he does
His eyes twinkle with...
What did she call it
Charm?
It can disarm the most guarded
Power
For it is only natural for the
Flower
to open
He spouts off all the right writes
With each cleaver day and night
Makes it known that he has paid
A hard luck story
Not unlike her own
Bringing that connection
Of the bee's drone
To the awaiting flowers
And then it is seen beyond the toil
For her to perfect the soil
Where these flowers grow
The seeds for which they sow
He does not see
Anything but his own ego
The stream boils
And the seams burst
Mother Nature built
These hearty creatures to stand up
to any storms thirst
For they have already taken on
The worst
Have they not?
The hottest water
Can not make them fall
As they stand so very tall
Through it all
Remain alive
And deserve respect
These growing beautiful things
With introspect
Flowers that can also
Put pen to paper
And write such as he
Dings in the emotional dribble
That do not fit into his
Bubble
This idea of a mountain life
That brings him
so much strife
Like a knife
That cuts the E from
The A but there is
Still no room for I
In dream
So these flowers
Stay as one
To continue to be
Walking their mountain alone
