You're A Flower,
The water you consume in the daytime waiting for the nighttime molding you inside, Thats A flower,

The amount of sun that you get when you're out all alone with your feet in the grass,
Thats A Flower,

From the products you put in your hair to the things that you eat making you look young,
You're A Flower,

Being of light you sustain happiness , Don't surround yourself with negative stems,
Girl you're a flower,

Thats A Flower,
That's A Flower,
You're A Flower,
Girl thats a flower.

We must all be the flower that grows for a new dawn,
For a new country,
For  a new world,
Who cares for greed and money.
We don't need a president,  we don't need capitalism,  the dead leaves that need to be
cut Off , yes indeed.

I thank God for friends like you
Who live their lives in simple truth

They help a friend along the way
And count their blessings everyday

They found love is not in word but deed
And care enough to plant the seeds

That grow into a friendship deep
They live to grow and play to keep.

So don't let the years twist the truth
Just keep on being friends like you.

Taken by reverence
Standing in the presence
Of great and ancient beings.

Dressed in vines
Have lived many lives
Firmly rooted in Earth's will.

Upwards they grow
May it be slow
Follow the blueprint beneath.

Bound by the flow
Of nature's ego
Traversing the chasm of time.

Sometimes, I get carried away by certain moments that keep me awake. But I think I see too much.

Sometimes, I feel that what makes me comfortable must be good. But in truth, I see too much.

Sometimes, I imagine I’ll always spend my time under a blue sky. But I see too much.

Now I realize that feelings and thoughts will never fully align, because the world will always change, even if everything seems fine at first. So, I need to stop and focus on looking far ahead.

I planted a seed and it grew within me
Stretching and reaching with ease
I buried it below and now its petals show
A hint of colour at the seams

It happens with all the holes and wounds: they grow their own face, mend their gap, heal their rifts - those new skills of yours are but entities that emerge: to give shelter, to stand guard, replace the old, thicken the crust, weather this human storm - through and through.

But will the skin ever return to its soil? It linger on forevermore.
How tight is its grip? How hardened its sappy brooks? When will it nourish those delicate roots anew?

These thoughts arise as doubt breaks free. It pours and flows as I gaze down and lower still. Shadows seep and leak as the wheel spins and drills the soul evermore hollow. Anonymous is our tree of life, but it keeps faces in store.

For it happens with all the holes and wounds: they bleed, they mend, they heal - and what don't they do as I stand here, as I bend, as I kneel - as I carve their seats in shapes of departure. These skills thicken under my feet like growling tremors.

My past was but a dream - ready to slide and crumble like a leaf.
My weariness is universal. My knowledge, heavy. There cannot be a conclusion. I am growing thin.

Let me feed those roots anew.

Taking all of my hunger
In the palm of my hand
I carry it with me
From the sea to the sand
.
I curl every finger
To a fist in my gut
Feeding it anger and
Sadness and glut
.
The more that I fed her
The more Hunger grew
Seeking and wanting
Far more than I knew
.
The bigger she got
The more her bite stung
Until all left of me
Was teeth, blood and tongue
.
And all that I ate
Turned right to dust
I desired no food
But wanted to lust
.
I wanted to crave
I sought to suffer
Because that state was easy
But living was rougher

Its been three months
her hairs long now
it cascades down her back
moving as she walks closer to me,
grows closer to me.
I wonder how she feels when she sees me,
how she feels when she sees me standing there waiting.
all i see is guilt, and on top of that shame.
shame how it ended the way it did,
guilt on the way i acted.
i don't know if i should speak,
and if i did,
if she would respond.

There are many clothes in the world
that you can try on today
be it designer brand name or not,
that can fit on a clothing rack.
Just because something is made
doesn’t mean that you must fit it,
or the expectation of wearing it.

Not everything is going to fit.
Not everything is going to be your size,
including emotions.

Nothing good comes from waiting
for someone else’s approval.
If someone sees you,
let them see you for the remarkable
beauty that you are.


No matter if you mix and match,
or if you have on the full set.
Even if you see someone wearing
their emotions, and it’s the type of person
you want to be,
there is nothing wrong with trying something on.
But don’t get mad if it doesn’t fit.
It may not be the right time for you right now.

There is power in letting go.
There is also power in walking away.
There is no need to pretend that you’re less than
trying to keep up with a trend.
There is a lot of power in letting go,
and finding all the beautiful things
that you were meant to be