FLOWERS NEED PEACE TO GROW - TIERA WOODFORD
Masters of a craft long forgot
Children born into families never taught
A word beaten down Into a buzzword that promotes wearing of a crown
It means nothing to the people who need it most
While others try to boost
Of what they’ve done to keep someone from exploding
While one maybe imploding From fear of what others could do
Honestly, a shaky soul makes the very foundation of a home
A shaky home makes a suffocating dome
A suffocating dome keeps flowers from the sun
Withered flowers emulate a future one could not fathom
Something worse than standing on in the catacombs
It starts at home.
Children our flowers our hope for a sound tomorrow,
Something from them we must learn and borrow.
The ability to let things go, to let hateful words die,
On our tongues as it were said by other if we pry,
We can see how they’ve negatively affected our world today.
Something such as hate we must keep at bay,
In order to keep us safe I shall pray
Flowers wither not and become a bed like the catacombs
It starts at home.
Just calm one night to keep their hearts alive
Would be enough to let us strive
For a most silent world
Dreamt up by greats caught in the twirl
Of such a wonderful fate It’s far from too late
To stand on a strong flower sweeter than honeycomb
It starts at home.
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