We watch and wait with bated breath and woe
Confronted with confounded sense and fears
Events unfurl, such sudden death, in tow
Who’s next we ask, in sad suspense, and tears
To see our clan who suffers such travails
While we continue with our lives back here
We pause to feel their sadness, hear their tales
The pain’s so harsh; we flee and go not there
We enter worlds, distracting from that place,
Where buds are sprouting from awakened soil.
Birds chirp and chatter, dismal thoughts erase
Horrific scenes from whence our souls recoil.
This too will pass and we’ll forget once more
For this is how we cope with fear and stress
What’s far away cannot affect our core
It’s nature’s way to toss it and suppress
We must remember in this most dismal hour
That all of us are petals of one flower
Liz Doran, Author 
Superbly written piece
Thank you very much!
Your welcome
I agree.
“We must remember in this most dismal hour
That all of us are petals of one flower”
A wonderful poem.
Thanks, John.
You are welcome my friend.
Really beautiful. It doesn’t always feel like we are petals of one flower, but it’s a nice thought. x
We are really, but some of the petals are unruly. Thanks Ms. Hedgeblog.
🙂 xx