She is a gardener
Who can turn thin air to soil
Plant her voice and water it
To turn the world to a musical garden
She grows flowers that never wilt
That tilt their petals to the sun
Under a blue sky quilt
Flowers colored with hot pinks and the paint extracted
From the night,
Black and blue, purple and white
Colors that only the wise an hear
And let ignite their bones with poetic flames
She grows trees with leaves as free as butterfly wings
That trapeze in the breeze as they please
Her voice blooms in the air like vines flowing
It makes the stars seem unglowing
And geniuses and teachers seem unknowing
With her words containing so much power, she has energy
Enough to grow a million flowers
Enough to keep me awake for billions of hours
She is a gardener
Who can make the world unfurl
Who can inspire each and every young and old boy or girl
Who can mend broken forests and unattended gardens with only her voice
She might as well be Mother Nature.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
