How I Wish

Lost within a darkened wood

Tried to fly and wished I could

Sip the mist trailing off the sea

Or make friends with a bumblebee

Behold the marigold tells tales

Of distant songs she heard by whales

In imitation, she tried breaching

All the while the moss beseeching

For her to rest in her flower-bed

And to raise up her little head

For it’s in shadows they grow best

While she stands tall, they lowly rest

So I guess I wish I could be moss

Content despite my lack of toss

In a way the way I be

Helps the world while I’m just me

Yet I start this day anew

Wishing I was more like you

 

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