Flowers
We all are the seeds in the dirt,
We need to spread our roots as far as we can and go.
Tears sent from the heavens above fall down a upon us so we can grow.
Although the main question is when do we go?
The feeling of being trapped in ourselves and in our shells is preventing us from going.
We are told we can go whenever we want by the thunder storms.
Although these storms make us feel so un at easy with ourselves. Leaving us to feeling so worthless and hopeless.
Still though we ourselves are afraid of what is to come or even ourselves.
The wind kisses us so sweetly to comfort us with a sweet hollow heart and kindness.
The tears sent from the heavens above us drain us from our fears and encourages us to move forward.
We chant our chant we are the seeds
We are the seeds
We are the seeds
We are the seeds x20
We blossom,
We bulrush,
And flourish
Into tiny cherry buds then we take our transition into the bright colors that we are.
Our roots began to stand on their own and spread their way through the dirt into the colors of nature.
Our cherries stand brighter the sun and the sun lifts us off our feet as we blossom.
We finally have reach our goal at becoming who we are as flowers.
We will always remember where we are from and who we are.
We ourselves are the seeds of color and we have no shells anymore.
But we do have plenty of seeds we ourselves are the seeds of flowers.
And we are proud of whom we are.
Sincerely yours;
We the seeds.

By Jessica L. Freeman