Whilst the flowers sleep
They are breathing
Little hearts
Rooted in the Earth
Their petal limbs
Open wide
An embrace toward
Maternal love
They know, the plants
Their slience is wise
Their muscles don't ache
Their hearts open wide.
They wake, they breathe
They flex, they lean
They give, they recieve,
They sleep, they dream.
A secretion of the earth
Life-form organic
I, Erasmus
Believe in this planet.
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