Serepta MasonMy life’s blossom might have bloomed on all sidesSave for a bitter wind which stunted my petalsOn the side of me which you in the village could see.From the dust I lift a voice of protest:My flowering side you never saw!Ye living ones, ye are fools indeedWho do not know the ways of the windAnd the unseen forcesThat govern the processes of life.
My life’s blossom might have bloomed on all sidesSave for a bitter wind which stunted my petalsOn the side of me which you in the village could see.From the dust I lift a voice of protest:My flowering side you never saw!Ye living ones, ye are fools indeedWho do not know the ways of the windAnd the unseen forcesThat govern the processes of life.