If we were flowers
We would not speak,
Nor hear.
We would simply grow.
If we were flowers we would not cry,
Or be sad.
We would simply grow.
If we were flowers
We would not be distracted,
With trivial life.
We would simply grow.
We would be beautiful,
Colorful,
Silent,
Peaceful,
Dependant,
And warm.
But only if we were flowers.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people, places, incidents or things is completely coincidental.