Poem: ..: To Kill a Flower :..

from the deeps
you grew
forging your way up
to be free
to breath

unacquainted but in need of a host
you do not dare to move
only to bathed with the sun

your holy beauty
blooms with the seasons
and ready to feel envy
you laugh at others
with the wind

your reality is obscene and crud
anybody can pull you off from your roots
it creeps me out!

so galant and naive
so insidious your content
to be admired by nature
and be killed by nature itself.