My flower

My flower's not a rose

I've seen too many of them

my flower grows

when the moon and stars shine

on her petals

flower's one of those

My flower knows

just what the rain can do

and when the wind blows

on her leaves

the traces of the places

no one else would go

My flower has her thorns

but never does she use them

my flower mourns

for all the wrongs

the world has done to others

without roots so deep and strong

My flower's seeds

are growing in my garden

dancing with the weeds

and the lonely flowers I'd forgotten

they are beautiful to me