When winter gone by, nothing alive comes thy
Later in the spring cup-shapes of red are springing from the long-dead flower beds; and lavender hue, they slowly opening to be able to be viewed.
While breaking out of the soil, and flourish in beauty to last for only the briefest hours, roses grows into loneliness. If you look out, to the fields, the landscape of ours have brightened with flowers but it's not filled with roses.
There, hiding in the darkness, you see it lonely, the lone flower flourishes in silence. No sun to help guide it to adolescents.
When springs out of question, it's progress beings anew. Never guiding the rose to a life in view.
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Floral Acquaintances
PoetryNature has valuable assets. Flowers being one of them. A Poetry collection of poems referring to humans as floral masterpieces.
