There are some things that are meant to be as they are.
Multihued vibrant shades
That paint a landscape
Tinted like a lyrical collage
Free to grow and flourish
In her glory, her scent a mishmash
Of perfumes that seduce
And Entice all that embrace
Her unique place
That is not adulterated
By the desire to make
A more perfect fabrication
To control and shape
A perfect handiwork of nature
Is to destroy her identity
And forever lose her true beauty
Like any gift of nature's bloom
That man decides to consume
The wildflower either wilts and dies
Or directs itself in a way that belies
All attempts to tame or contain
Or possess its essence of spontaneity
08/23/2010
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2017-06-19 at 19:44
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Wildflower
A wildflower grows and radiatesMultihued vibrant shades
That paint a landscape
Tinted like a lyrical collage
Free to grow and flourish
In her glory, her scent a mishmash
Of perfumes that seduce
And Entice all that embrace
Her unique place
That is not adulterated
By the desire to make
A more perfect fabrication
To control and shape
A perfect handiwork of nature
Is to destroy her identity
And forever lose her true beauty
Like any gift of nature's bloom
That man decides to consume
The wildflower either wilts and dies
Or directs itself in a way that belies
All attempts to tame or contain
Or possess its essence of spontaneity
08/23/2010
Poetry by Kee Zealy
Read 700 times
Written on 2017-06-19 at 19:44
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