Thursday, March 12, 2009

Loud Silence

Little flower that stands so tall,
thats oh so young ,but yet knows it all,
that has lived and died and done it again,
that had seen all there was to see, but still didn't hope for it to end,
that has been touched by the butterfly,
and stung by the the bee,
thats been drinking the maple from the old maple tree,
that was caught in the fence and lifted by the bird,
that never said a word,
but still everybody heard

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