When flowers bloom
Many groom to be grooms
Working their magics
To get their nectars

Only few seriously need
And dedicate themselves to a flower
Hoping to water into fruition
Hoping their fruits ripe to feed
For their seedlings to continue its cycle

Many hover to steal
With no water to nurse for replacement
Many boldly sit to drain
Hoping for crowns of championships
Many hide to take
As though hell is on their chase
And others nurse into seedling
And bolt with the speed of lightning
For the flower to face the weathers alone

Flowers with eyes look
Flowers with ears listen
Flowers with only mouths are at risk
It’s a time for great care
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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