After the Green
After all the green,
After my bright colored flowers
Have been given to undeserving lovers,
After holding your ground
And filling your belly and lungs
After all this is done,
And the season is cold and dry
I wither and die
Thirsty, hungry and choking
unattended to and voiceless
When it's my turn to need you
That's when you say
"Survival for the fittest";
But the circle will soon end
And I shall be green again.
Copyright © Joel Apeede | Year Posted 2022
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