Flowers on the Walls

There are flowers on the walls and they grow in a neat way on the concrete

They grew and grew

Reaching towards the sun

Wrapping across the world

Coming back and tying it together

Dancing in the wind

Leaves across the ground

They seem to pass by

And never look at all

Author's Note

poetry when too much

Reviews

[Relic]

I've seen those flowers and those walls. Those leaves may just be jealous.

Nicely poem.

[Gavin S.]

The leaves are very jealous. Complain all day, in fact. Maybe they should spend their time looking for something they can be proud of? I dunno, leaves are hard to understand.

Thanks for the review.