Flowers:

I see I see,

Flowers I might be,

Flourish likely 

But I need light 

Like we all do.

But storms adore, 

Letting destruction in,

That’s why we keep the door shut,

But, too much light shall burn 

And lead hope to drought.

Must be tough to resist 

Whisps advising easy ends, 

They may call weakness. 

Please, nourish me,

And the forest of many like me.

Seeking council with each other,

Yet felt little love. 

Little dove soar 

And Inspire new heights.

I see i see,

What I can be.

These flowers are like me.