she gets what She needs.

She lives in a place that she does not know.

We are consumed.

The humans scream.

She watches as they collect in tiny water droplet’s.

Catching,
suspended before they fall,
on her lavender petals.

How sad it must be.
She coos.
Watches them gently.

In a world she does not know,

She feels the fool,

When all around her screams certainty.

No,
they are the fools.

What is it that they know.
She recoils.
Hardens her approach.

In a world she barely knows,

she is humbled.

The rain falls, hard.

Her tears are not their reality.

The sea that emerges from her,
A tremulous ship could not sail,

No man would survive her.

In a world she does not know,

Surrounded by people that swear they do,

She cries.
Not for her.
Not for them.
She cries to be with the sea,

How she wishes she was the sea.

Fools.

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