Call me an aspen.
my leaves shiver in the wind…
But my core stands solid & strait,
and even stripped of colors, shall not bend…
Call me the water lily…
floating where flowers don’t grow,
I guess if you are creative,
you can make any place become home.
or call me a coffee bean,
much better boiled into a drink,
than as a pretty flower,
with no use on it’s natural tree…
Or simply call me carpet
for warm walks on cold nights,
offer softer padding for little feet
running to dad, after a night fright…
Or you can just call me human.
a proud primitive figure of ‘another way’
worth so much more at the core,
when we’re humbled, & then build a new day.