The Flower

This may be your home

The stare is unreal

Thoughts are black

Cut your life in half

But it was easy

I know you’ll last

The flower has you now

You will come and grow

To and from fresh water

Shrivel up and dry

Explode into the sky

Blue to white

Black to tan

Green to brown

Trees to sand

Flowers grow

Every year

To kiss the sun

As it undresses

Fear not how its magic flows

Love the way the flower grows