Flower

Non-violence, man.

Flower


She knows she’s beautiful
and does not boast or brag.
She merely lifts her face to the sun
and follows his trek through the sky.
She soaks up the rains
and smiles at the stars.
She knows nothing of hatred
and less of the evils of man
She knows nothing of violence,
even when trampled upon
One could learn much
From a flower.