Flowers - Wellness

Tied to the sun

I spread myself amongst the weeds and drink from above

Tethered to the moon

I plant my feet into the earth and sink to its womb

Bleach black white night

Her voice lilting raises me for good

Numb lips fingertips

But the flowers here don’t grow as they should

Oh here it comes

The possibility of warmth unearths me right now

Tethered to the moon

I plant my feet into the earth and sink to its womb

Bleach black white night

Her voice lilting raises me for good

Numb lips fingertips

But the flowers here don’t grow as they should