The same battles we always fight.
Because of the same fires you consistently relight.
The innocents hiding in fright.
It's sad how our lives can change just overnight.
...
He's been here for a while.
He watches the room
Wondering when he'll be noticed
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A Flowers Telling Of Orpheus
A whistle,
A howling,
No,
It's a sound so smooth,
It sends a tingle into my stem through and through.
But where?
Where does this beautifulness come from?
I see man.
Though not like any that I have seen before.
This man looked like a bear on its hind legs.
Strong and fit.
But there was an elegant sound emanating from the block of wood in which he was holding.
This sound was one I have never heard before.
Like the sound of spring,
And the sound of summer.
I loved the sound so much.
It kept pulling me.
Stressing my limbs.
Even plucked my hair.
I knew what I must do.
I give in,
Let the music lift me up from the ground and carry me,
As I looked around I saw my brethren,
Following oh so closely.
Suddenly the music stopped.
The man disappeared.
But where?
Where had my sun and stars gone to?
And so I wait,
Day after day.
Waiting for a man to return.
Waiting…
Waiting…
Waiting….