Is it a diamond you seek?
Cut and shaped with princess blood,
adding to the value?
Pure, elegant, transparent.
Polished to perfection, mirroring
what you wish to see?
Should I congratulate myself for thinking
you do not care for those
neatly fractured inside, tarnished, imperfect,
but diamonds none the less?
You never wanted to see the wild flowers.
Only those cultivated over years
by expert growers and displayed by florists
to show their most enticing features.
But look how much life
those wild flowers bring.
That’s what I’d like to say, yet it’s too late.
Your eyes have turned to stone.
Treeshallow Musings 