The flowers that we love
Colors that we admire
People that we love
Things that we admire
We have to own it
If you don’t own it
It is not yours
Tight and tighter you hold
Forgetting it is vulnerable
It breaks and you get the cut
The flowers, colors, people and the things
Don’t own them
Shower them with love
Don’t hold them
Release them
Safe, secure and sound
We love and admire them
The flowers, colors, people and the things.
Wandering Thoughts 