by Judy Harkins

Created on: February 17, 2009   Last Updated: April 13, 2009

Petal Soft

Petal soft and weary, near able to stand.

Cryin' loft and eerie,itcould not but commend.

Lest it melt like ice, from procrastination.

Or rise as the sun, with anticipation.

Petal soft and weary, would never begin to mend.

Cast in iron as if a sword, trying mighty to begin.

Last in line at the bitter end, and destraut from thirst.

'Cept that with strong blasting it will begin

to fall to pieces, one petal at a time.

Like a tree alone and bending, with the wind.

Mighty and Needing no one to befriend.

Yet Alone the tiny petals will never cast their seed.

Joining hands with another the only way to ascend.

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