Life Flowering

Quiet flower blooming fresh Rising naturally born of flesh Without idea of "you" and "me" Then "I" came and born a clash

Noise entered between the rows Slowly filling gaps with snow Ice and winter came with dawn Now the plant is on its own

Striving for the rising Sun Beaten down by hands of man Holding ground for Spring will come Hoping not to be broken down

Day by day, whispers voice Not to fall apart is a choice One more turn and it is Spring With roots of joy the Flowers sing