[New Stream of consciousness- Journal]
I used to name my flowers…
Until, I learned they’d break my heart.
I’d nurture every seed, and look in awe as they grew.
They’d stand tall in the sun,
but then I’d watch the seasons come.
Steal away their petals, proud stalks withered, wintered…
until spring’s work could ensue.
And so, I used to name my flowers.
But now I never do.
I learned they aren’t just flowers, and don’t need names, like people do.
Always Around 🦇 