HAPPY B. DAY MWENDE

 

Curling up softly in a bud

A tiny flower yawns and hopes to never wake up

All around her bees buzz

Farmers with shears ready to snip are

Watching, watching

Waiting for the moment the petals unfurl

The moment a new scent hits the breeze

And a morning is created anew

But I say to you little flower,

Dream on and yawn on

For there is a thrill in the flight of a bee

But none so exciting as the plunge into an innocent dream

For there is beauty in the vase of a lady

But it is tainted and in it you’ll find your end

Little flower,

Curl up tighter in your darkness

And I hope that you never unfurl

To see the dreadful glare that is day

The stinging light that is reality

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