Tuesday, April 17, 2007

A poem about plants

What is that makes me think of plants
That green light reflecting to retire
It’s deliciousness I crave as ants
But then no longer it will be to admire

It is life that I think of when I think of vegetation
That fresh smell that smells of vitality
Eating the plant will end its animation
I will not grieve because it will live on in my individuality

5 comments:

K-berg said...

Ashot, you know this would only be funny if I was very high! But really, great display of poetic ability...I think Marianna is very impressed

Mariam said...

Ummm....okay.

Farrah said...

new secret superpowers revealed!

I can make plants grow by looking at them! I don't have to look at them all the time, and it will take a few weeks to see their blossoms bloom, AND it doesn't work in winter... but I do it all with my eyes! AMAZING! YES! AMAZING!

K-berg said...

I like Farrah's posts alot...it's like she always has a picture...how awesome...it's like she was aware of the rule before it was even announced. NICE!!! VEERRRYY NICE!!!

Ashot said...

UNBELIEEEEVABLE!