The Flowers' Resistance

Flowers need the sun. 

Nature and nurture bound, 

With the path forward undone. 

Lingering fear dwells in seeds, 

Just like a dandelion’s fluff 

Before getting a little puff, 

Believing satisfaction lies in the comfort of the shade, 

Not wanting to experience the revolution of change. 

Jasione’s justice is torn 

With weeds smothering cooperation. 

More and more lies are being born, 

The thought of compromise left to mourn. 

The will to resist is buried by the infection. 

Not all flowers have thorns 

Encouraging the crave for change, 

As the yellow rose’s liberated glow fades 

The king of flowers’ soil is left neglected.  

Some flowers choose lux, 

With the path forward ever-changing. 

There’s the privilege to grow 

And create a bright future 

With the bravery of abandoning the shade, 

To fly with the dandelions 

Flowers need the sun.