Maybe I'm not smart,

And I must take heart.

 Maybe I'm, not right.

I am bothered by light.

 You may not understand me at all.

 I can sound like an autumns fall.

 But …I can breathe like grass,

 I can live like a lass,

Can be wise, can be nice.

 I can read between lines,

 And be someone’s divines

Look at me: I'm a flower,

With the sun's energy and power,

 I can open my petals,

Breathe warm air inside,

 And my troubles to hide.

As incredible gift every day I accept.

I just live! Without being windswept.

 What else could be better?

It’s the main loving matter.

 The 4th of October, 2018

 Larisa Rzhepishevska