Flower Beds
I'm a fruit of the tree of life
with knowledge of
the unknown
What I'm known to leave floats
above trees with grown broken
branches
I've grown to see that not
all soil is fertile as many
seeds are left
to languish & toil
The grounds are barren for
the unyielding & those
sowing with dirty
intent to spoil
Foiling that type of harvest
is light work
as I'm of
a heavier metal
The petals of my flowering
are yet to be seen
but are iron clad
I'm feral & the sowing of oats
breed chaos in tamed
minds of the past
We reach for what is hard to
grasp but is within our
clutches for time
is at hand
We're blocking out hate
that's been hashed as we
escape from boxes
part of a plan
The sham was meant to
throw heads while
they rested on
pillows soundly
in their beds
We make our beds & will
lay regardless
of how they've
been made
Some dream while awake
while others sleep
through
all of their
days
They spray with intent
to wilt & cover their
tracks from eyes
We evaporate leaving trails
behind like leaves
in favor of friendly
skies
It all falls to ground like
flowers at the end
of their days
Before you know it
its risen again like rain
from its puddled grave
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