The Aroma Of Flowers Poem by Cody O'Hara

Sitting, thinking
Here at the edge of
This world so dark

Hearing the cries
And from this perch
The miserable thorns are seen

Constricting...
Choking...
Unforgiving...

Yet here and there
Flowers, flowers...
Beauty unsurpassed

Growing and flourishing
As the dark vines
Roil round their forms

Sentinels and
Denizens of a world
Which abhors them

Smile even when hope is dead
For the breeze brings with it
The aroma of flowers