Eliza Farley Poet Free verse

On the Naivety of Youth

On the Naivety of Youth

We were once flowers
With painted petals and new-green stalks
Who turned to the sky 
And drank from the sun

But we were flowers
Whose shallow roots 
Were only anchored
By loose soil and dumb luck

We were still flowers when
April came as April does
And dislodged us
With her waterlogged embrace

We watched
As she wiped away 
the pigment of our petals
With her watery fingers

We wept
As her watercolor creek captured
What little soil secured
Our shallow roots

We were no longer flowers
When her springtime sea
Had ceased it tsunami
And left us sodden

We were no longer flowers
When we found ourselves
Unable to adapt to being
Uprooted and untethered

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