Exploding Flowers
Exploding Flowers
Spring is a mine field filled with exploding flowers
Blood reds and yellows shoot forth to score the land
Seeds have no brains to think of
Such things are beyond their grasp
Broadcasting themselves about on random wind
Sharing life with natures chirping birds
Roots hid in bunkers, their truth, their beauty
Underworld, motionless, in brown earth and gravel
Waiting for the sun or rain to call their name
Soon, along green grass, emergencies arise
Bright colors climbing from within
On veracious vines, hungry to find out
They take the ground by storm
March over barren lands, spreading brilliance
Conquer the new dawn day in light
Trees are above, on top of things in spring
Always there to cast a perfect shadow
On shady characters in disguise
Flowers rise, simply sit there pretending to be shy
Looking pretty, flushed with color
Exploding with an ****** of seeds
All the while smiling on the care free breeze
*(This poem is not for the Flower contest. It is simply for pleasure.)
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