She is a flower, <br />Growing up through a crack. <br />I'm a lifeless Wind, <br />Like a reaper who has no end. <br /> <br />I can see the Light of her, <br />But cannot feel its warmth. <br />I blow past her like a gale, <br />Trying to uproot her standings. <br /> <br />She is firm, planted in Love, <br />With her soil she grows high. <br />She is in bloom with colour, <br />And the seed of Love. <br /> <br />(6/28/2008)<br /><br />Michael Koelliker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flower-and-the-wind/
