It is not easy being human

It is easy to be mean
But those who vow not to be
Are leaves and always green

The anatomy of a blossom

Is based on extract of the base
And when we rise above the fray
We begin to find our way

We must fight the good fight

still and burdens do we share
Though the fight may not be fair
The fight is already won if we do not succumb

Like hungry ants to junk like broken chips and cookie crumbs
And one can preserve, restore, or reawaken at a premium the plum
Better parts that suck their thumbs
And do not have to flash their gums to everyone or anyone
Only ones that make their kindred spirits hum

The fight inside

not shy the butterflies
Eternity be our radii