By: Grayson Loffman
The little bud waits for the skies to warm,
The days to brighten, so it can perform;
When it feels the light
And the time is right,
The bud begins to open
First it blossoms and reveals its radiant colors,
Filling the bees with awe;
It releases a fragrance; oh! So sweet;
Captivating all its on-lookers
As time passes by, its beauty withers
Losing its color and a fading fragrance;
No longer is it cared for or seen
As it curls in the corner with shame
without hope or light for tomorrow;
No longer looked upon and no longer loved,
The blossom decays of sorrow
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Poetry Collection
ŞiirOriginal poems composed by Grayson Loffman and Jane Apricity.
