As the pillars of concrete grow all around them, shadows are cast over the flowers who search for the sun.
Roots tangle and strangle each other’s homes as they look to find a place to call their own.
Rain falls like bombs on an unsuspecting city.
They crash and splash onto the flower heads hiding amongst the scarce green grass.
The petals withstand the heavy lash as they look towards the superior sun in hope of nourishment.
But the sun stands idly by, watching and leaving the stranded flowers to struggle and die,
And the storm sweeps away the innocence as the seeds fly into the harsh winds of everyday life.
Pollution from cars and fires choke the leaves who struggle to breathe through the dense smoke.
But then it’s calm.
The wind stops, the rain stops, and the flood stops.
And the flowers are left with the rare but beautiful sight of a rainbow.
A bright pallet of colours ranging from violet to red is strewn across the blue sky.
Though it is only the eye, the calm will cease,
The war will soon be back
And the battle for life will start once again.
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