When their desire is only to grow, to thrive
How can you control? How can you claim to master?
Something so wild
Always climbing towards the sunshine
No matter the manner of sharpened tool that you use
We snip and cut, bend, tie and break
In ways that make us believe, we’ve become some kind of keeper
Yet under all of your pressures the will of the bough still refuses to yield
She may die, but she’ll never truly give way
And after all of your pruning’s, her trajectory still remains the same
As if she had a mind of her own
As if she had a soul of her own
And after all of your efforts to lead them, you still cannot claim to control
how she lives and grows
Because she will always follow after her loves
You can give her the richest of soils
And you can give her the purest of waters
but you can never replace the strength and warmth of the Sun
So tell me, how can you claim that the flowers are not still wild?
Joshua Coker – 12/11/2021
Take care everyone,
The JAC
Title Image by: JAC
Original Image on Eyeem
