Flowers

“I ask a flower, “How is it you are so wise so young?”“With the first morning wind andthe first dew, I lost my innocence.”I follow the one who showed me the way.I extend one hand up, and with the other I touch the ground.A great branch leans down from the sky.How long will I keep talking of up and down?This is not my home:silence, annihilation, … Continue reading Flowers