Saturday, September 27, 2008

little flowers


I am a flower
A flower of never before seen design
Colors not found in the rainbow
I drink up my thirst -- water of the purest kind
Pouring over me
I bathe in the brightest rays of the brightest sun
I reflect the shine that taints my petals
I stand tall
I brave the coldest winter winds
I do not wither
I do not conform to the dying colors of the dark season
You will find me being what I am
A flower revealing it's magnitude

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Like I have said before...You are an amazing poet. Keep it up sweetheart!