when i was four
i found a flower
so yellow and full
I tried to sell it
it’s so pretty,
i thought
someone will love it
I thought
they don’t teach you
what’s a weed
or
what’s a flower
you’re kind of left to decide
what’s pretty
or
what’s not
just like you’re left to decide
what’s right
or
what’s wrong
Wow... What a pictorial poetic piece. It amplified the poem the more
thank you!!