Flowers Bloom Poem by Alexander Foald

Over the ages back in our lives
Didn’t know where direction goes
Six pennies in our pocket,
Flowers bloom in your eyes packaged
Still wanting more than freedom of a child

To wonder where dreams can be found
Was to see where money can be bought
Our hands were small and shaking out of cold
But the love kept us warm and bold

The snowy colors in the pouring love
Ways granted by our hearts to deliver those words
Just in the making of our fortune, only to found no luck
We surrender to what fate decides, as angels defending our back