The Paper Flower Boy
Met the Flower Boy
On the the Jungle Gym of Life
The Paper Flower dreams of love and water
Scissors are his earth
Hands fold and unfold, the sun rises and sets,
Never wilting, he grew in thoughts
Sits still, not growing, not opening
But he moves through smiles
and the joy
of children
Inspiring more flowers
to fold
and cut
and unfold
His love
is his seed
