Flower born next to a thorn rose bushes by the creek.. silent sure.. pure alone before they laugh and speak.. of winds starlight and peaks..
Polly Flower shined yellow.. laughter her best friend.. carried happy everywhere.. young love vowed ’till the end’..
One day in ‘The Land of Humans’.. where confusion calls.. she heard a clink a gurgle drink.. between dark alley walls..
Focus came a foggy game something that could not be.. speaking of things gone anon how could love venture free?
Polly took a second beckoned energy.. to give and lend a better end to monsters she could see..
There she walked smiling no talk the monsters stared confused.. monster sensitivus running abuse..
She passed aesthetic only good no weight in monster row.. happy in example.. a happy love that showed..
Stepped back to sunlight.. back into the warm.. into time of joy and love.. strength for coming storms..
Thoughts of alley monsters.. when that tale is sung.. remembers light that rosebud night.. when just a flower young..
Thought.. ‘The word ‘free’ needs no explanation.. for freedom ends quest’.. Peace Tony