Poem by Jeffrey The Budgie



velvet grass in a little meadow
like waves it struggles in the wind
struggles to leave its roots behind
casting on the sky a shadow

yellow crowns in small white flowers
seeds ride upon the silver wind
they leave the meadow far behind
we can be like seeds and leave ours

we can be the grass to soothe some lonely hand
or we can be the seeds and leave ours

Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: roots
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