How poetic can you be? Write a poem about what you see!

The Tulips © Anonymous

The can has become dirt in

The same spot she left the hurt,

Deep inside the oranges

Which always gave her strength

Like sunsets and tulips

Discarded lives, and who is

Left with the loneliness but

The flowers who always ?

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Sitting in a field amid flowers ablaze with the colours of the sun.

Thirsty for life, drinking the sight in with his eyes.

Drenching his body and soul, from head to toe.

No need for company, just one small moment in time; a time to be alone.

Sitting in the field amid flowers ablaze with the colours of the sun.

We bring the unnatural with us where we go.

It has become a part of our modern soul.

So have a sip of soda in the field....

Someday soon this wilderness will yield

To asphalt, murdered wood and concrete gray,

And we'll find another place to go, to get away

From what we've wrought to live and shop and drive.

A land of dead that defines, to us, what it means to be alive.