Flowers have a language of their own. Every sentiment is expressed in one form or another by these fragile blooms, and as my late grandmother once told me...
"Flowers are a perfect replica of human life..." Planting... Growth... Bloom... Withering...
And just like humans some blooms are dangerous, yes they are beautiful but it's the most breathtaking ones that are lethally poisoning. Some may prick you were to touch them without care. It's almost to sad how well flowers represent us humans as a whole, most are plucked ahead of their time or at the prime of their lives, forcefully put in a jar of water left to perish. Almost like how we hook people up to medical machines and expect them to live, we leave them there in their jar of water to wither away thinking that it's helping in keeping them alive... But in truth we just insured their sorrowful demise. Most blooms become diseased, infected, or sick and slowly, pitifully, painfully, and silently fade. Some have fragrance which helps it show others it's there, while most sadly have little to no scent at all, forcing them to live out their sad lonely existence alone, yes in truth we really are like flowers. We are planted, we grow, we bloom, we wither away with the breeze... But there is one difference... We do not re-bloom once we die, we fade away into dust, but like flowers we plant our seeds and hope that they start new life with beauty... And hopefully kindness and love, respectively cherishing the world we created for them.
We all have souls like flowers, each flower is like our own spirit animal, for flowers replicate our small fragile souls. Small, colourful, fragrant, fleeting, and very delicate, yes we humans are delicate we must all be handled with care. Just hope that you may find your beautiful soul before it can be plucked, diseased, or cut down. For if that were to happen to you, you may suffer the same fate as your poor flower. But if you should find your soul find true peace and prosperity at last for your flower has meaning but it is up to you whether you want to know it or not...
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Language of Flowers
PoetryJust an old paper I wrote in class about flowers and they symbolized life and death. Enjoy!