The warm sunlight shines through
the green leaves on a tall
oak tree. In the shade I
lie, feeling a caress
of sunlight on my back.
I'm watching a flower,
memorizing every
line, every curve, every
shade and hue of each
colour on each petal.
Peacefully, I observe,
learning how to live.
I learn from the flower
how simple things really
are. It teaches me to know
freedom, not acceptance.
It's often called a weed,
and purposely murdered,
but I can see its worth,
its strength and beauty.
This I know because it
is simply just like me.
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Written July 15th, 2005
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