A nature/love poem I made. Had some fun with imagery with this one.


Morning Glories

Fingers like morning glory vines, stretching up towards the bright sun

Always reaching for warmth, a warmth that summer days are made of

Tangled leaves and roots entwined, two different hearts becoming one

These lovely flowers nod their heads, even with hardships grew a love

Since tiny morning glory seeds they both reached for the sun and rains

Individual lives turning into intricate braids, watch that plant grow tall

Despite every suffering faced; whether drought or flood or other pains

They will grow together, support each other and never let the other fall