Bright Flowers

On high, the bees breezed
windy, through the trees
of the walled garden,
as they pleased.

They pleased the whims
of she, the bright flower,
growing stronger,

and free,

amidst the rambling
brambles, barbs, and stings.
Against that growth,

she sings.

Her roots grow deep.
Deeper than the weeds.
Into the rich earth

they reach.


© CGT, 2018.

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