Poetry (words)

Vicariously 

Vicariously I’d like to be a flower. To draw the warmth from the sun, nourished so effortlessly by natures hand. Resting in seasonal transition, sleeping below the turmoil. Riding it out only to bloom again. I’m still in complete awe of how simple life could be if we just stopped clawing at natures resources with disregard and greed. Feet on the heads of those below as we climb the ladder of….. self importance. 

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