Uprooted

I had wrote a poem about this sort of thing before but i was re-reading it and i decided to write it again better.

It lays perfectly

on the shiny

green blades

of grass.

Beautiful

in the way

it dances through

the wind.

So perfect

and peaceful.

So small

and majestic.

It doesn't even

have to

try.

It just is.

It is evil

and malignant

in that way.

So cruel

and severe.

How it can

illuminate 

serenity and joy

when everyone

around it

is distressed

and hurt.

It can watch death

and suffering,

pain, and loss.

Can watch as someone

breaks down

losing every wall

they had up

crumble and fall.

And still always stay

so angelic.

I watch now as the daisy

sways to the song

of the wind.

I stare with wonder

and jealousy.

An urge to pluck it up

off its roots and hurl

it far out of sight

bolts through me.

But I realize,

if I tear up this

fine beauty,

there very well

might not be a next one.

An epiphany dawns on me,

a daisy can stay amicable all its life.

Hard to obtain but easy to destroy. 

Anyone could kill the poor

defenseless flower.

So in exchange for an apparent

death. It gets to be serene 

forever more.

Which I think

all of us should

work on a little

more. 

Author's Note

what do you think?

Reviews

[Lynn]

Very amazing poem!!! I wish I were that good

[HeIsWe]

Awesome!!!!

[Nishant Gupta]

ur poem is really nice write, do have a look to mine "QUEST OF LIFE"-
" it is about how one neglects his life ,pondering about this precious gift of nature unnecessarily ".

[YouxBelongxWithxMe]

Nice.

[Gleek4ever21]

thankyou1

[caleb]

I love how you take an everyday thing and bring new meaning to it; an insight to the essence of what it means to be human.