Prose - Your Flower Is Dying
And who is wise?
He
With sayings
Memorized
From a book
Written long ago?
By men
Who worship
Stones
And who is the fool?
She
Who cannot
Or will not
Listen to her elder?
Who denies
The water
That a rose needs
Does the gardener
Scoff
Because a rose
Is not a desert flower
Or unable to grow
From a rock?
Who is the fool
Who allows the bees
Their turn
While he looks away?
Assuming everything
Understanding nothing
Yet shouts
Ignorance
At the flower
When instead
A gentle breeze
And drops
Of love
Are needed
Who is the fool?
Who cannot see the flower
For what it is?
Who cannot sleep
Knowing the flower
Attracts others
So instead
He prays
And becomes
An eclipse
A cloud
A shadow
A drought
A blade
To cut down
Her beauty
So he can bury her
Under earthful scorn
Mocking her
For her ungrateful thorns
Because mere life
Was not good enough
Instead she dared
To be who she was
Yes he mocks
Knowing his wisdom
But unknowing his loneliness
Which will become the shadow
Over his life
Who is the fool?
The flower?
Or the gardener?
