The grass is green
After months of snow
The sun is all I see
Things are now beginning to grow
Out of the ground grows a sunflower
Inching toward the sky with its leaves
And rests its shining face during the darkest hour
Until it's ready to achieve
Rain clouds came, and the dark days reigned
The poor flower wasn't ready to open up
But its beautiful petals were ready to be reclaimed
The sun then again shone on the flower
Who began to grow again amongst all of its power
It quickly gained back all of its petals
Which were worn like medals
Among fellow flowers in the meadow
The rainy days were soon forgotten
For holding on to them only made the flower rotten
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Why Not Try Poetry?
PoetryA random compilation of poems I've written. Late-night thinking to simple wholesome thoughts. Enjoy! I figured why not give it a try?
