I am a flower
I am wrapped in petals, with leaves that sway in the wind
I dance in the warm summer breeze, soaking up the sunlight
Everything seems perfect
Being a flower sounds marvelous, does it not?
Although swaying in the breeze isn't all flowers do
Some are plucked put of the ground, to be used as gifts
Some are stepped on and ruined
Others last until fall, where we never see happy endings
You see, in spring we are all planted
We life joyful lived in summer
And then fall arrives
We all wilt, and get replaced the next spring
Nobody remembers the little, wilted flowers from the fall
The ones that will be replaced in a matter of months
Who spend their last hours longing for the summer days they had spent dancing in the wind
