Least Read Poems About Tolerance

Part Two:

“I mulch my soil to rid disease
Ever watching undressing trees
Change is coming with silent thieves
A storm is brewing in the eye of leaves”

(Fall)

Sunflowers:

you ease my mind whilst transitioned soil
you dry my tears with words emerged in honey
you carry my struggles encroached your back
you ensure my outlooks are always sunny

you tower my shadows in sprinkled hope
encourage my thoughts to swim the seas
you shelter my weakness with a secured arm
you keep me planted through the...