A Flower Gardens Grasp

Prancing around Lillies marked the destination of a new place.

Inside of a cave I dropped my bag on concrete steps and sat ontop of a hill from the wooden old house. Washed away by the wind were roses, sunflowers, and rabbits.

My horse slept outside of the shade with glowing hair that gleamed auburn.

His eyes blue with gentle grass like striations that reminded me of June.

But it was May and I was inside of a flower garden that nurtured my hungry soul for life.
The garden provided me shelter from the transformation of the world today.

In the flower beds of the garden I lay my precious head.

With vines that grasped and entangled me with calm whispers of the land.

The flower garden and I always go hand in hand, to destroy them is to destroy man.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world
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