A series of poetry first written on my Twitter account.
The flower bloomed in the dirt of the battlefield
Despite the death and carnage its growth would not yield
While desolation surrounded it completely
Its fragile white petals swayed ever so sweetly
We’re spinning on a blue marble tumbling through space.
It’s not much to look at but it’s our little place.
Everyone who’s ever lived calls this planet home.
We best work together or we’ll reap what we’ve sown.
This is irony we’re seeing
A disease that harms our breathing
Forces us inside, too fearing
While the air outside is clearing
Power of Nature
To rules we’ve not discovered
Today we adapt