My weird book of poems...

Flowers

A flower such a simple thing ,
yet we admire their beauty far more than our own .
They stand tall and proud ,
unable to be afraid of the future .

We decorate our houses ; rooms and gardens ,
hoping that they'll last for ever .
The colour of the soft petals we feel ,
remind us of a mother's touch .

Flowers are flawed but we choose to ignore it ,
admiring their appearance far more than their goal .
Some blossom's in the sun ,
some threatens you with thorns .

So I ask ;
what are flowers different from humans ?

This poem doesn't really need to be explained ....It just compares humans and flowers . Humans who look more at appearances than other peoples goals ( which actually determines you !! ) And flowers .....being flowers I guess...