Standing alone atop a big hill.
Spreading its wings like an eagle mid-flight.
Catching wind as it passes by, trying to fly.
Standing proud like a peacock.
Colours as those only found described in books.
Taking rain drops like mortars to the face but standing strong.
Fighting off enemies.
It does not know its purpose.
It does only do.
I recently read some poetry and thought I’d try it. This is my partial comparison of a human to a flower.