A flowers life
Sad poem
In stillness deep, where waters thrive, A sadness keeps, a flowers life. Their tender hues, once bright and bold, Now fade beneath the waters dark clammy cold. As red or pink as a bleeding heart when their cycle ends, another must start. For love they sought in stories untold, A story of delight, lifes young and old. Their petals limp, withered flat and wilted, The field now bare in rememberence, where they once quilted. So when winter comes, and white snowflakes fall, They'll cover the ground, where flora once grew tall.