Purple Flowers (Happy/Thought) Poem by Poet of the River

I watch the lush purple flower,
as it sways in the light blue wind.
I watch the sky as it starts to shower,
how the drips make the flower bend.
I see how it struggles to right itself.
It's stalk breaking in the wind.
I watch the flower as it crumbles,
falls to the ground in peaces.
I hear the thunder start to roll.

I come back a day after.
I see a rainbow stretched across the sky,
I feel myself fill with laughter,
For instead of a bare field,
I see two flowers.
The two flowers lasted thru the storm together.

For every bad memory,
Pull two good ones out of it.
That will be enough to save you from a storm of unhappiness.
So your skies can fill with the colors of a new day.