Your potential shine the brightest,
Blue colour, seen only by the soul.
Climbing rocks against all odds,
just to get to the last ray of warm sunshine.
You are friends with a wind,
Whistling together on a musical day.
Am I selfish,
That I want to gently pluck you out,
remove you from the chaotic uncertainty?
Am I selfish,
That I want to plant you in my garden?
Just so that you can bloom,
Grow tall and strong, show me your beauty.
Would I be generous,
If I would take care of you...?
Give you water, food, air and fresh love.
All the flowers you like will be there too.
Would I be generous,
If I'm there for you, when music stops?
I'll be your wind, so you can sing again.
YOU ARE READING
Ocean Blue
PoetryBlue flower smells far, As potential grows, So does attraction. Should it be replanted? Or left on its own?
