The Gift of Flowers
A seed is planted in the fertile lands inside my mind.
I faintly hear it turning into a beautiful idea
as if, I heard a voice trying to speak to me
through time, through the distance
and through any obstacles that there might be.
But I pay attention to it and nurture it
until it transforms into a thought
with roots spreading fast;
Trunk, branches, leaves,
and then there are flowers, at last.
I cut one of those flowers and offer it
to a kind soul willing to hear what it’s about.
And I know that I can share any of these flowers
as long as none of them is meant to do any harm.
I give you the flowers that only grow inside my mind,
because I have the freedom to express
the things that I can only see with my own eyes.
We have the right to show the world what lies within our hearts;
The right to declare that we are alive;
And the power to show them exactly who we are.
About this poem: to write a speech or poem about what the phrase “freedom of speech” means.
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