It is in the flowers

In the flowers, it does grow.

Watching, always watching,

knowing that we don't know.

 

In the flowers it waits,

waits while we sow.

Waiting, waiting,

for us to go.

 

In the flowers is the crow,

it thinks the flowers

don't know,

as it devours the seedlings,

so slow.

 

In the flowers though,

is a place where one

used a hoe to make a row

and it lays low.

 

In the flowers walks the crow,

walking along the fresh row.

as it rises from below,

ever so slow,

it eats the crow.

 

In the flowers it does grow,

that thing we don't know,

whoa!

 

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Pink flowers photographed, mirrored and a cartoon filter added with saturation.

 

 

 

Done