I look at the flowers
Floating in the night
Each one trying
To fulfill its’ mission.
Some are larger than others
Some less perfect than the best
But all equally trying
To do the job they were created for.
If only humanity tried so hard.
I look at the flowers
Floating in the night
Each one trying
To fulfill its’ mission.
Some are larger than others
Some less perfect than the best
But all equally trying
To do the job they were created for.
If only humanity tried so hard.
Rural Poetry 