Maddy grace poetry

Pressed flowers

Going through the dusty old box in the corner of your room.
You find a flower you pressed in a book when you were a kid.
All flowers go through a season of life.
A seeds planted, it grows, blooms and dies.
This flower you pressed as a little kid reminds you of a friendship that is no longer there.
A seed was planted, it grew, bloomed and died you couldn't stop it from dying
But you pressed the flower in your notebook. The flower is all dried up
But,
To move past that season, you pulled the flower up from the ground.
In that moment there was no connection between the root and the flower
You decide to plant a new seed for this season
You don't need to press flowers anymore.