I’m like a flower grown from a seed
Waiting to bloom and brightly shine...
Time never stops
not when it storms...
Don’t make me, as I already am
Teasing distantly with set of knives...
Out in the open of a quiet day
Under the hot and steaming beam of sun...
Dearest blue fledgling of a worn old tree
Shaking with wondering eyes...
Square, spotty and full
Simple, scarred and a little rough...
There’s nothing fair in politics
as well as in love and war...
I can smile away
And be on the gray...
I stared above on the vast dominant blue
Designed beautifully with clouds of white...
I have more to do and much to say
My mind couldn’t stop it anyway...