by Alexis Tolkkinen
Once there was a flower so jealous of a tree
she wondered to herself,
“why can’t that be me?”.
And once there was a tree so jealous of a vine
he wondered to himself
“why can’t those leaves be mine?.
The tree stood tall through ages
and the flower brightened eyes,
the branches cast a cool shadow
and the flower pollen feeds butterflies.
Though they both are truly lovely
they want to be something they are not
the fact of life is even fair roses wish
They were a river rock.
Alexis is a writer from xenia, Ohio.