My soul has been closed and hardened

by the weariness of the world so that

no one is allowed in.

Grass has grown through the cracks

of my cement heart and

I have never encountered someone who

knows how to make flowers grow.

And then I see you.

You are not a fan of poetry or art,

but you know how to make me want to create. 

Flowers use a process called photosynthesis

to absorb nutrients the world has to offer,

and for the longest time I had only the water and the oxygem.

It wasn't until you smiled at me that I relaized,

I was missing the sunshine.