The pink magnolia blossoms,
They’re so innocent
Yet we treat them without regards.
Our inner turmoil shaking us,
Like the wind does the magnolia blossom
Uncaring and inevitable.
Watch the world...
Its surface a busy playground,
We are children,
And, like the magnolia blossoms, we grow.
Watch the tree...
Who bends under the blossoms weight,
The world bends under our weight
How long before the branch breaks?
Watch the flowers...
They never take more than their share
We take the rest
Never caring about the consequences.
There will be blossoms of Peace.