They keep trying to tame us,
to mold us,
to prime us,
but they don’t realise that
we are wild flowers
in full bloom,
living and breathing
off the open air and unfiltered rain,
you can try to stamp us down
but we’ll rise and rise again,
our seedlings planted,
our roots vast and wide-spread
we poke our heads up from time to time,
we’re just a bunch of daisies and sunflowers
trying to change our worlds.
Bursting with bright colours,
soaking up the day’s sun,
Spreading sunlight into the hidden crevices of this earth,
just to bring more of this earth within the light
that breathes through all the many worlds.
So nice (ghastly word) but can’t think of a more expressive word at the moment but the thoughts are just what I need now. Love all the colors and imagery.xx
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Thanks, and glad my words could help someone in some way 🙂 x
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