We Are Nature (June 13,2012)

We are barren trees in a forest,
Stripped of our sprouting leafs,
Blended, yet, out of place,
Awkward, of same species and yet not,
A reminder of emptyness,
An unwanted ugliness to the innocent world.

We are vines, searching, stretching towards a support to lift us from the ground,
Our stories seem to smother you, the details pesky, getting in the way of your growing life,
Outcasted, growing more and more with every passing day,
When will you notice us?

We are wilted flowers, deprived of the life giving rain,
A blemish in the beauty of open fields of blooming roses,
We are cast away in the wind, forgotten, dieing, falling apart,
Becoming one with the earth, sprouting anew with hope and beauty.

By: Andrea Gimlin