Pink Flowers

Pink flowers growing upon a bricky wall
Straight lines carved into the concrete
Built by a man’s machine
Methodically pressed into forms
Excess material is obsolete
A clearly defined beginning
An obvious and visible end

The symmetry
Is the only similarity
They share
The wild flowers
And the bricky wall they grow upon
The symmetry
That’s all.

A rough and flat surface
Without a deeper depth
Of cold and dead stone
Kind of lives on its own
But expands and pulsates
By natures touch alone.

Pink flowers growing upon a bricky wall
Flashing variety of nature’s color palette
Grown wildly and free
By the resources of mother earth.

In a seed lays the beginning
The shoots of nature know no end
They strive for growth
And will forever
Expand.

The symmetry
Is just another similarity
They share
The wild flowers
And the bricky wall they grow upon.

The symmetry

And their color

That's all.

Just crazy pink diamonds

Growing upon a bricky wall.