The flower at the mountain top
Made friends with the bumblebee
It forever never grew a suntan
For it grew on a rock, you see
It grew ever so bright
Trying to steer left, not right,
And just as its colour began to show
A fairy breeze, blew across the trees
And took the rock on toll
The rolling rock, began to stop,
And the flower was bent aspree
Its pains it healed, and straight it kneeled,
Made friends with a purple seal
The waters of the lake line shore
Splashed onto the petals sore
Again it rose, and its colour chose
To shine brighter than it was free
Suddenly, a giant fish, jumped
Out of azure delight
On the ground it landed, finally
Stranded, and flapped the
Rock out of sight
Down the mountain side it went
The sheer force cracking its sides,
It landed at a sturdy nook
Halfway to the mountain’s foot
The flower trampled by a rook
Was thought to breathe its last
But all its mighty strength it took
And spread its colours vast
As friendly as a healing cry
Came a kindly butterfly
The flower and her shared tea and bread
Talked of times to have ahead
Taller and taller, the flower rose
It was in the championships, of Glee
When out of nowhere,
Without a single care,
Blew the mightiest wind of all
It stripped the trees,
And blew away the bees
That nasty little ghoul
The crumpled petals, “Oh!” they cried,
As the rock stumbled
Straight down the mountain sill
Its tears glistened in weary eyes
Tired of growing so sure
It fell upon the crested hill
And laid its head no more
At the bottom of the mountain
Talk and Vast,
The tired flower stayed on the floor
As sun breaks through
The stormy clouds
Its eyes it opened, sore
And mustered all its strength, it said
And raised its head of gold
It stood so firmly in the breeze
It knew just where to be
It planted its roots well down
On firmly rooted ground
Its colours glowed
With speckled gold
Its value from above
The beetle, bird, mahawk and jay
And plenty of other bees
And butterflies, and clouds of trees
Swarmed round her friendly shade
Her smile, radiant, face, defiant
Showed slight traces of the mounts been
Her heart danced through the mountain’s realm
Along with the butterfly, seal and bumblebee
But she was a flower of the mountain top
Whose heart was everywhere she had been
It helped her win the champion cup
When she tried her best to be seen,
Growing taller, and taller,
She had never tried to stop
Now, with her roots firm onto the earth,
She stood her ground
As her petals danced with the
Angels of the cloudy realm
She never forgot,
Never ever forgot
For her heart was in the mountain’s realm
Along with the butterfly, seal and bumblebee
She, the flower at the mountain top.
Been.
16.01.2017
Story of my life.
Because I shifted so many times and lived in a lot of places. (11 schools, actually. Plus, I was born on a city in the mountains of Japany, Hitachi, which, by the way, is famous for flowers [a total coincidence, I didn’t realize while writing this poem, until 6 months later, nonetheless, which is RIGHT NOW])
A poem trying to convey the feelings of having to start all over, again and again and again.
AND, I live literally, on the COAST now! Woah!
