Tender flowers, slender vines Piercing thorns, conflicting signs Blazing red, or primrose yellow Way life greets, and tells you “hello” Flowers wither, vines do wilt Testing how the core is built Is it deep, or one likes shallow? Irrespective, life says “hello” Lying flat, on your back Broken soul, spirit you lack Turn it over,ContinueContinue reading “Hello from Life”