by Erin Lewis

Created on: June 05, 2009

I know a place where lilacs grow begging someone to love them, to care for them, to set them free into fields of green where all flowers should be permitted to reside.

These lilacs, they do speak to me on days when the sun hangs low in the sky and the wind is muted by a nameless force.

A day when Nature seems to have no rhyme or rhythm, but reason, this it will always have.

My heart breaks for the lilacs.

They live caged and perhaps ignorant to their state.

Or maybe they know and choose to ignore knowing nothing they could do would change the outcome.

They are surrounded by beauty, growing in it, breathing it in, so why change?

Should knowing that the beauty is artificial be reason enough to attempt to alter one's fate?

I saw one lilac whither and die without the other thousands turning to notice or attempt to rescue.

Am I giving these flowers too much credit?

Perhaps they could not rescue, but if the sun has the power to make them turn her way, why not the death of another cause the same?

Should this anger me or sadden me?

I feel another small sliver forming in my heart, another future scar permanently marking the soft tissue.

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