To Wither and Die Not
Peace surrounds me on this day in May
as I let destiny have it's own way
I smile down on whom I am
made grandly by all my yesterdays
I will live again and
all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter
I am destiny's lost prodigal child,
May has been a source of pain for me
Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days
hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times
but not today, the day after yesterday
beginning all my tomorrows
We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers
picking them and hanging them up to dry
somehow in making something beautiful
we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died
We can not always hold onto our flowers
some do not fare well to the process of living dry
so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday
but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers
No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural
for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring
and I pat my body down, I lived through the night
yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny
Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them ,
but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower?
the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive,
none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild
Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper
so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder
and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after
yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after
May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain
in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed,
for how can we say nice things about something,
we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain,
that should always be allowed to grow wilder,
to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after
will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!
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