How The Flower of
Spring Remains
The tree had grown
strong
Lived a long, full
life
Provided shade
Provided beauty
Provided solace
The seed feel from the tree
The seed feel from the tree
Wanting to be like
the tree
Strong and happy
Full of life
The wind carried the
small seed
Along the Earth it
flew
Carried past
majestic mountains
Not wanting to land
there
And mar the beauty
Past shorelines of
an ocean
Deep, wild, savage
strength
Not wanting to be
swallowed by the intensity
The seed breezed on
the wind further
Over fields of
growth
Sustaining the
world-weary travelers
The seed was not
ready to settle
Among the crowd of
many
Wanting to stand out
on its own
The air gained
strength through the storm
Carrying the seed
faster than it wanted to go
Nothing to hold to
It tried to just
follow the ride
Past large buildings
of corporate vanity
Homes of quiet
desperation
A storm was brewing
Clinging to air
The seed begged
never let me go
Tempest was easier
to hold onto than salvation
Time flew past
And the seed clung
to flurry
Knowing the storm
more intimately
Than the pardon of
serenity
But now tired from
the journey
The seed was losing
its will
Finally feeling a
great release
And the painful
impact of the ground
Finding a small,
empty space to rest
In a field of
nondescript nature
The field was barren
A forgotten
battlefield
Memories of pain and
grief
Seeped into the
Earth
This much anguish
Remains permanently
etched
Onto the most
beautiful, innocent of essences
Invisible scars that
can not be erased
Just hidden
Like a layer of
brick
Covers the broken of
heart
Or the blanket of a
harsh snow
Covers a vulnerable
earth
Protecting itself
from the elements
The seed settled
into the land
Settled into the
cold and rain
Waiting for the
sunlight
Hibernating under a
sunless sky
Pushing and pulling
against time
Burying itself
against the onslaught
Never leaving the
warmth of passive protection
To face the
indifference, the rage, the heartbreak of love
Just as the wind
never stops blowing somewhere
Or the sun
eventually fights the cloud
To shine the victor
upon the land
The seed grew and
A flower emerged
from the little seed
Weak but resilient
Around it the
memories of ugliness
Trying to grow on a
field of heartache
Battles never
forgotten
Just learned from
Up from this Earth
the flower grew taller
Seasons pass
Petals fall,
returning again after rebuilding
There it sat alone
and wanting
Reaching up in the
day
To the big light in
the sky
Offer a prayer of
solace
From the loneliness,
from the journey, from the pain
Surviving hunger,
drought, floods, earthquakes, darkness and bleakness
Seeing one day
The clouds roll over
the land
Dark and ominous
Full of anger and
hate and self-protection
Soldiers arrived
Boots on the ground
Tramping and hunting
Seeing not beauty
Just the red of rage
and indignant rightness
Each side facing off
Brother against
brother
Expectation,
anticipation
The malady of the
ages
Like the quiet
before a storm
The air too thick to
breath
The heart too loud
to heart
Like a gunshot
marking a race
The world can change
in a moment
Lonely ennui
Turns to trembling
despair
Bright, radiant
happiness
Shifts swiftly to
abject defeat and heartbreak
Holding onto the
wind once again
Looking for the
strength to survive
Not just the battle
but the war
Echoed memories of
pain
Returning once again
Like a math problem
that continues without an answer
Will this ever end?
The growing sameness
of pain
Learning each time
to maim and destroy
This time more
casualties
This time more
cracks and pieces removed
From the goodness of
a heart
Is all that remains
empty, blackness
Or like the seed
That fell onto a
barren field
Full of memories of
hatred, pain and grief
Will a flower grow
Cover the darkness
Hiding the
vulnerability
As the flower is
trampled
Bent trying not to
break
Once the fighting is
done
Will it again rise
again from the ground?
How does a flower
grow within the cracks of the land?
Nothing ever returns
the same
The death of one
moment may not be the end
The flower lying
weakened and gasping on the ground
Buried against the
indifference of a world
That did not see it
Invisible to the
weak that shine with auspiciousnesses
It returns back to
the ground
It returns home
Into the arms of the
ground
Sleeping, weeping
the blood red tears of pain
Just as the rebirth
of Spring
Always follows the
death of Winter
The flower emerges
From the desperation
of memories
Its stem is stronger
Its leaves are
fuller
And its strength
more enforced
Against the nature
of humanity
To prove is value
over another
The wind can blow
harsh
But it stands firm
Bending not breaking
It laughs without
the purity of innocence
But the appreciation
of breath
Purpose to the pain
Where understanding
remains none
Your boots can
trample over me
Your words can cut
deep through me
Leaving me bleeding
on the battlefield alone
But out of the pain
The flower still
grows stronger
Through the wounds
of my heart
This is how the
flower of Spring grows
This is how the
flower of Spring survives
This is how the
flower of Spring remains
It grows in the
wounds of pain
It hides the
desperation of a heart
It does not concede
defeated
It continues living
each season
From seed to flower
Like a cycle of
strength
Never to be undone.
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