a time
when i sat in a garden
observing the significance of the flower
the being of beauty
in simplistic of terms
no terms in actuality
for what was the purpose of the dictionary
i made up words on my own
that only i could hear
as i sat alone in the garden
my elementary playground
full of flowers
like me
a time of reality
for my elementary mind
shaped by the elementary lessons
my insides had twisted and turned
tangled like a vine
that cling upon the park bench
i do there sit upon
with wonder and new found questions
that i ponder as of now
a flower
resting delicate in the palm
silent
and i promise myself that i will too, become so vibrant
to paint the world a garden
with words
a time where i sat on a bench alone and all but lonesome
with the many voices there surrounding me
i named my voice an outlier among the numbers
for the picture i did paint was not that of people
but of flowers
and there i sat among them  
a mind all  but elementary