flora floatastica
rises above
the earth below
basks in
her shade.
when beauty greets the heart
and eye
awaken to its
promise.
words contort
words twist
but the heart
of the word
is never missed.
if by a flower
the heart
defined.
the world of hate
we have
declined
the world of love
we shall embrace
the layers of life
on a flower
face.
if a rose was time
a wheel of spokes and
thorns that spin
from the clock
within.
in moments where
i shout out loud
how to be heard
above the crowd.
to send a message
loud and clear.
what it is,
the crumpled sun's light
from within
cannot protect her
from all
the
din.
flowers as a metaphor
ask for less
accept much more.