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. The keywords to the enti