Truth

A Flower or Two

                                                     A Flower or Two

Pick a flower, grow a flower.

Pull up a stem from the moist, coffee-ground-earth,

And then you grab a seed,

And dig a little hole

And plant it

Then it grows

It reaches for the light,

Grabbing for it

Like a child does its mother

It smiles at you with its bloom,

Swaying to its song

That is happily and generously played

By the wind

It’s a lovely little flower.

And, soon, other spring up;

And another

And another, too

And they all sway there

And they laugh at you,

And they laugh at the trees and the grass,

But in a good way

Yes, they are merely laughing with their colorful blooms

So you will laugh too.

So, if they let you,

Pick a flower

And smell it and see it

And bring it home.

But never, ever

Ever, ever forget

To grab a seed

And dig a hole;

Plant it...

And watch it grow.