Flowers breathe with a smile so calm.
I love them a lot so I give no harm.
Never pluck them to as gift of warmth.
Flowers do not bloom just to wither.
They sing tunes with turning weather.
And dance with winds and heather.
Flowers are the love's living feather.
When I look up at the sky so wide.
I do not admire him for being wise.
I also listen to the secrets he hides.
The sky never rains but in pain cries.
Clouds get heavy with prayers of lies.
Then tears fall from the heavenly skies.
He lets his tears fall to see us smile.
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 11:46 AM UTC
Flowers breathe with a smile so calm.
I love them a lot so I give no harm.
Never pluck them to as gift of warmth.
Flowers do not bloom just to wither.
They sing tunes with turning weather.
And dance with winds and heather.
Flowers are the love's living feather.
When I look up at the sky so wide.
I do not admire him for being wise.
I also listen to the secrets he hides.
The sky never rains but in pain cries.
Clouds get heavy with prayers of lies.
Then tears fall from the heavenly skies.
He lets his tears fall to see us smile.
Let's talk with those who hum with winds.
