Field of flowers

jodi_4

One day we were sitting in a field of flowers
Waiting

We were waiting for the fire
Or were we waiting for the rain?

In the field
Together
Waiting
No protection
Just there

The sun rises and falls
Over and over

Then there’s fire
Where’s the rain?

This can’t be
The field is gone
Flames
Smoke
Gone

The smoke lingers on us
It’s so heavy
Where’s the rain?

A new field is ahead
Don’t get burned
Pray for a rain.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s