A moment of powerful time
Looking out the window
reading the rhymes of nature
over the closed pages of a book
Simply blissful flower
Freedom is your name
I wish I was your sister TODAY
I’d happily press up close to you
Or push your petals away
Until the clock strikes noon
Back to work, fleeting brush of time
Calling prisoners to her door
The pane is closed against the rain
I’ve forgotten the name of the flower