Friday, 07 July 2006

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  Metaphorically Speaking

  The flower grows reaching for the elusive sun
  Her futile attempt to live a life fulfilled
  Only to be chopped down again and again
  Before her blossom can open

  Each and every time she tries to grow
  And to live, she gets broken down to the
  Very ground her roots are planted in
  Yet still she tried, and tried...

  Until the time came when she realized
  That hopeless was the cause of trying
  To stay alive, to grow, to let the flower bloom
  So she gathered herself into her little hole to die...

  But the rains came, and the sun shined sweetly
  Persistently on the withered stem of the once hopeful plant
  With careful watering and gentle rays from the sun
  The little flower took a chance, once more opening herself up

  To reach for the sky with hope of living a full life
  With the blossom of soul opened up and reaching
  Trustingly for the once elusive sun now nourishing her soul
  So that finally, after a lifetime of trying, she begins to live...
  

  © FluffySoft/Xenacat2001

  070706

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