The wild flower next to the sea

The wild flower next to the sea    140324

Gently caressed by wild gales

Watered when thirst by salty sprays

I grew alone in a rocky split

Where nothing than I could barely fit

A white seagull became my friend

Promised to visit me till the end

For he was bored with his own kind

I wouldn't mind; he didn't mind.

Told me that not so far from there

Within the inland of nowhere

People would pick me up

Admire me, then put me in a cup

But if I was there to stare

I told the seagull, to beware

That,

I wouldn't be watered by salty sprays

Neither caressed by wild gales

I said, No thanks, that is the life I wannabe

A wild flower next to the sea.