And now for a moment of wisdom

The Life Of A Flower

No hand to hold,

No smile to warm,

A lonely field,

Is where I adorn,

A precious flower,

Petals so sweet,

A dreary home,

Beneath your feet.

You don’t look down,

Or pluck me from,

My home in the ground

You’d rather smash me,

With your weight.

I am the rose, painted by blood.

I am a daisy, sinking in mud.

I am no longer worth,

Your glance, your gaze,

You cannot bear

To see my colors.

Why do I infuriate you?

I am only a lily.

For your eyes to set upon,

You think that it’s silly.

But I am the brightness,

In your cold dark life,

And why you don’t pick me,

To just end your strife,

I don’t understand.

I am the dandelion,

Sticky, and yellow,

I am the mere tulip

Of the dirty ground.

Here for your amusement,

Your short gazes.

I wait.

To grow. And grow.

And die.

For that is the life of a flower,

And beauty may never last.