Abi Hands
Photography and Poem By Mason Schultz
The garden has grown some beautiful flowers colors of Heliotrope H Ochre O Periwinkle P Emerald E Even the birds and bees flock to this sanctuary Even the chrysanthemums with crimson and orange like a sunset Some people treasure them and others mourn For the crowd doesn’t understand Some within the crowd dislike and dismiss These flowers bloom in these quiet nights Winter can’t stop the growth either for it was made that way Then the gardener planted marigolds Meant to help them grow Who would have guessed they were perfect for each other Anyways This isn’t about flowers