Royal blood doth flow through the delicate petals of a wildflower.

Even a twisted mind can produce wonders.

Colored frescos watch avidly each year as the best and brightest wander through its embraces.

He holds his imposing bulk effortlessly knowing his place in the world.

To proudly wave, a symbol of a nation’s hopes and dreams.

It is sometimes, the only thing we can cling to. 

A single whiff of fervent breath that blows aloft the wishes and desires of the heart.

We wait in clumps of humanity, separated but together in our objective.