• Flowers
    here one day
    and gone the next


    in a field they lay
    so delicate
    and some get trampled on
    destroyed
    but free

    yet others live long lives
    beautiful
    untouched
    but stuck in a pot
    to have a weekly routine
    boring

    I'd rather be a flower
    sleeping in the field
    alone
    yet content
    to know i have choices
    and i love
    to chose life
    or death

    in a field i lay
    living life on the edge
    doing what i can
    for however long i can
    musical rhythmic beautiful

    I choose . . .