She is a flower,
Growing up through a crack.
I'm a lifeless Wind,
Like a reaper who has no end.
I can see the Light of her,
But cannot feel its warmth.
I blow past her like a gale,
Trying to uproot her standings.
She is firm, planted in Love,
With her soil she grows high.
She is in bloom with colour,
And the seed of Love.
(6/28/2008)
Michael Koelliker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-and-the-wind/
