Adeline T.

I Am A Pansy

I am a pansy.

I wonder why I am stuck to the ground.

I hear birds tweeting around me.

I see mulch and dirt that the children spread around me.

I want to become unattached and run free.

I am going to be picked for a bouquet someday.

I pretend I am a bird soaring above everything else.

I feel so alone and trapped.

I touch the tree next to me.

I understand that I must stay as a flower.

I say, “ Well someone has to blossom.”

I dream that I will make others happy.