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| The Flower Man is born, grows and dies, Just like a flower In the middle of the year. The flower comes into the world, Many urging it to grow. When it blooms, many are inspired, Awed, and breathtaken. But the elements and time Make the flower wither. Many people grow agry with Their god and with the flower For many various reasons, And they want to put the flower Into a concealed place So they can have nothing to do with it For it's not so beautiful appearance. When the flower does die, People remember the beauty of it, Not the bad thoughts or Thoughts of pity they once had For the once alive and beautiful flower. The Redwood A redwod grows in the woods As everyone goes on with their lives. The redwood becomes big in the wood As man makes an advancement In this great world. No one notices. The giant redwood enters it's hudredth year on this trillion year old star, As we use the wood for a park, And no one cares. A fire sweeps through the wood and the redwood dies. Few care. Someone finds the tree, cuts it down, and takes it to a factory. There it is made into boards which are used to build a ship. The first day out at sea it sinks, and hundreds die. Ad millions care. It's weird how the beautiful things in the world Turns very few heads. But death and destruction catches everyone's eye. Bright Hearts Pale azure sky overhead, Blue sky soon turning into red, The sun relinquishes into the night, And bright moonbeams fade to twilight. On a blanket upon the dew fallen ground, Here we lay, estatically safe and sound, Warmth from the ground turns cold into mist, As emitting happiness from your face as I kiss. Now no more than silence fall, As emotions and romance start to call, The warm day had turned to cool night, As hearts filled with love, the stars are bright. (More poems are found elsewhere) (All poems are written by Jeremy E Schlake) |