Poems For The Sad Soul

Poem 6

The place was dark, again I'm wide awake,

Last thing I remember was sitting by a lake.

It was so beautiful and the lake was crystal clear,

Until a dark cloud came by, and shooed me away with fear.

I closed my house door as it began to shower,

I watched from the window, as raindrops fell on a flower.

That flower was pink, and I helped it grow,

From hot summer days, to harsh winter snow.

I loved it so much, I called it my friend,

Even though I knew to everything comes an end.

When it stopped raining, I ran back outside,

I stood in front of the pink flower, filled with pride.

I smiled at it, glad it hadn't died.