My poems

Flowers

Seeing you everyday your bright colors of every possible shade. The smell of honey being stuck on every petal. The way you move in the breeze is like a dance. You are so beautiful in every way no matter how small or tall. Flowers are independent, strong, graceful, and over all just beautiful. Flowers don't judge you. They don't hate or love you. Flowers don't even know you are there, But because of they're so beautiful we pick them. They are destroyed , burned, and in a lot of ways flowers finally lose their color and fade away. Flowers help us breath, bring us happiness, memories, make you feel loved by that some one, and over all make the world go round. As we get older they for the most part die off while we stand strong. Why can't they just be like us and live long for the most part? Instead though the flowers stay in our memory and are all round us so we don't forget the beautiful colors of every shade.