Flowers Have a Soul

Cover eyes beyond the dirt
what we claim of spirits
in beauty after departure
existing in the fields

growing out
long forgotten dreams
trying not to forget
become the grass,the leafs
the trees and petal streams
we go away to become unseen

We bathe in a river of dreams
and drain from the cycle
We become the seeds

We blossom trough the fruit we need
and drain from surroundings
We become what we see

We fight against a world that bleeds
and drain from ourselves
We become what we were meant to be.