Ancient history always here
It’s part of us , we carry it everywhere.
Melancholic melody of life
coming back to us time after time.
It’s in the song of breath
of all living things
and the silent memory of our lost loved ones
We never will forget.
As long as there is Mother Earth there will be flowers everywhere,
as there will be wars no matter what.
Because ..
we don’t listen, we don’t learn.
Flowers for young girls everywhere
Young girls for young men how they care
Young men for wars to fight for peace.
Because that’s what they have
to do .
Mothers lose sons
Women lose loved ones
Young ones lose fathers
Field without flowers
Taken
Only graveyards to see
Graveyards to reach peace.
And then everything went silent.
Left, a heart filled with pain
Eyes filled with tears.
Then, song on repeat
Field of flowers once again
Ancient history today next to where we stand
And the young girl runs once again
to pick some flowers
from a field with blooming colors
In every flower lies the spirit of all of holy ground.
Those who gave their lives come see them when you watch a field of flowers.
Shell ✨🐚
An ode to all soldiers who lost their lives serving
their country .