Seasons

A Poem by sparkletroll

Inspired by E.E. Cummings' writing.

a little flower that grew on the meadow
she pondered about life
  well she said life must be more than
just growing in place!

  well i guess last night
a bird had landed besides the flower
  (!that was growing in the meadow. of course)

why i'd give anything to fly
to the sun                      she had said
                quite solemnly

but you can't replied the bird
insted
          you can grow
                          live
                           and enjoy the seasons pass by

  if i can't help it
well
                         then life must be about enjoying the tiniest things

     well the bird
he had flowned away
      up into the sun but the flower staid (of course)

     as it watched
                  enjoyed the seasons pass by