Wild Flowers

by Maple Tree   May 26, 2020


As far as I can see
the wilderness becomes
my fantasy- filled with
flower petals that intertwine
with specks of grey
from a face that is trying
to smile.

I hear crickets as they
whisper condolences to
weeping eyes
as frogs
gather at my feet.

Wild Flowers become my
funeral parlor and Ill
celebrate breathing
for the rest of my eternal
life.

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