And What of Society

By Militza

It’s often said, that one should smell a flower 

but what if the beauty lies within the thorn

a rose subsides to a strong april shower

but the spike defies nature’s scorn

And perhaps the wisest of us all is a child

untamed, untouched and unabashedely soft

the world is ours, beguiled and wild

yet, curiosity is discouraged so oft

But who is clever in the grand scheme

the mild complacent or the fierce maverick

what occurs when one runs full steam

away from a life that moves too quick

Perhaps it is best to have quiet picnics in the snow

and amongst the ice observe the sunset’s golden glow