Flower Child
The beautiful flower child planted in the trees
Flourishing among the pebbles and things
Yearning to be picked and viewed by all
But that flower child was too much to call
I passed her by in my way to the world
I stood up but that flower child twisted and twirled
With trees all around that flower child
That flower child couldnt cry
She was just too dry inside
Fore that flower child was just a child
Waiting to be picked
And when the flower child was finally picked
That flower child didnt change not even a bit
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
The beautiful flower child planted in the trees
Flourishing among the pebbles and things
Yearning to be picked and viewed by all
But that flower child was too much to call
I passed her by in my way to the world
I stood up but that flower child twisted and twirled
With trees all around that flower child
That flower child couldnt cry
She was just too dry inside
Fore that flower child was just a child
Waiting to be picked
And when the flower child was finally picked
That flower child didnt change not even a bit
(Poetry to Grow a Tree)
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