From a little seed
It grew
Into a beautiful flower
Its bright colors shone in the sun
It radiated happiness
And positivity
But soon it began to change
It slowly began to droop
As it could no longer hold itself upright
It began to shed its petals
One after another
And soon there was nothing left of it
But its dried up petals
Left on the ground
Like corpses in the morgue
Waiting to be buried
“The Flower” is a poem about the life of a flower. However, that is not all the poem is about. It describes the life of a flower and yet much of it is metaphorical for our own lives as human beings. Just like the flower, our lives have many ups and downs. We have phases in our lives too. When we are young we are happy and radiate positivity. As we age some of this is lost. The older we get the more life gets harder. And soon we are at the feet of death.
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Cycle ,truth
Yeah exactly
Its somehow an uplifting tale through a poetry. Nice one!
Thank you so much! 🙂
Nice construction of words 👏👏👏
Thank you! 🙂
Okay you will not believe thus, but just ten minutes ago a flower drooped and fell right in front of me when I was standing outside. Also lovely poem!
Omg that is so cool! Thanks 🙂
Beautiful work!😍
Truth written well
Thank you so much! 🙂
does the blossom seem less beautiful because someday it fades?
Yes, I think so
wow.. amazing poem.. loved it..:)
Thank you!! 🙂
Nice🌹
Thank you so much 🙂