The Flowers

The poem -- "The Flowers" -- in quatrains

The flowers like yellow topaz

Keep swaying in the breeze;

Such integrity Nature has

Alone with no pause and cease.

Let’s follow the Mother;

Let’s gather her integrity;

She alone knows forever

What’s called chastity.

Forget the people;

Forget the mob;

Garner your ripple;

Unleash your sob.

Let your sweetest sob

Create always something new;

Let the malicious mob

Know of its vaudeville view.

Let them envy,

Let them snarl;

Let them ill be;

Let them criticism hurl.

Many things shall take place,

But allow you trust self;

Mind, they’ll never show grace;

They’ll never offer help.

Whenever you are creative,

More criticisms will arise;

Still, you need to stay positive

To allow them return with sighs.

Learn from the flowers,

Leaning yet strong;

Open the doors of your bowers,

For creating song after song.

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