ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᶠˡᵒʷᵉʳ. ᵖᵒᵉᵐ The twilight in the night sky, The birds during day light. The stillness in her body, would make her feel lonely. The sight of the joyful kids, Different from what she is. there was no way she would want to wake up from the heavenly dream. "How could this be?" Maybe she couldn't see, the positivity. The smell of the fresh grass, made her want to dance. But, she couldn't move, Like she wanted to do. Beautiful as can be, But didn't want to be. "How could this be?" This poem is about a flower wanting to be free. This poem is for Camp Positivity, and also my cabin, 'The Writers Lodge" Cant wait!!
