Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Sun and Rain

A poem I wrote in high school:

By the meandering creek grows a daisy
Its outstretched arms basking in Sunlight drenching
As it sways naively in a dainty breeze

Consumed in ignorant wonder
An army to the east mounts unnoticed
And soon pelts of ice Rain land irately upon it

Flustered it awakens from its trance
With the Rain it cries while viciously blown about
It cannot see beyond the storm
It cannot know its purpose

It's only after the tempest does part
That the young flower learns
The Rains of life make it stronger

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