they had once
wonderful colors
sporting different thorns
attracting varied bees
it was a wonderful sight
then one day
a magical storm came
it was like any other storm
only that the droplets were blue ink
and the wind were like razors shaving off
the thorns
then the next morning the sun came up
and everything was blue
all the thorns were gone
and everything was smooth
it was a clean site
then a baby girl came
“is this the sea?”
and she picked up all the flowers
so easily without getting pricked
and left
