Lab #21

Here is a poem i wrote about social capital, it's called "The Garden."

The Garden

We live like flowers in a social garden

As we stem from our roots, and gather sunlight.

Our words travel like the butterfly, who gathers nectar

and distributes it to the next weakest flower.

But there will always be a single lonely flower

Who stems from a different seed, and becomes eager

to live like the rest of the flowers in the garden.

But these flowers are rejected, their pedals left to wilt.