A tiny flower sits on a window sill
The cool breeze ruffles it's golden petals
A droplet from above collides with soil
But no rust shall destroy this precious medal
The wind's power increases fast
Drip, drop, drip, the rain arrives
Commotion stirs as the storm roars
As innocent roots cling for their lives
Snap! The life of one disappears
Gripping tightly onto this surface
Weaker and weary, losing might
Holding on sometimes claims no purpose
Pain from strain on these delicate warriors
Losing the battle is possible not
But letting go provokes them
End this suffering, the most prominent thought
Snap! Snap! Snap! Another few break
As the life of this child drains
All hope flies away with the wind
Like being held up with rusty chains
Just ready to release hold
3...2...- BOOM!
Calmness comes
But the silence is so loud flooding this room
Then whisked away to something new
Someone caught you right there
That moment of confusion and relief
To find a hero when not searching is rare
June 4th,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem