Out of the Ashes

What perfect pleasure
gazing at flower
no matter the place 
or who wields power

Oddly they blossom
completely for free
all 'round our planet
now how can that be

So few are happy
unless we are rich
money our self worth
now ain't that a bitch

Cash crushes pure joy
witness those sour
vile greed to gain more
each day every hour

Putrid the markings 
hard etched selfish face
from years of focus
on winning the race

Others sit for hours
feeling soft nature
learning a Wind Song
sweet nomenclature

Calm beauty of peace
displayed on their brow
absorbing passion
from past until now

Physical brute
that flower won't be
only a message 
for many to see

After destruction
by hate and deceit
scorched earth is laid bare
in seeming defeat

Seed of the flower
will rise once again
pure spirit of truth
lifts up for the win

New dreams of pleasure
gazing at flower
winning the race
hour by hour

Facker
December 9, 2018










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