Flowers
Sitting there she sees a flower.
It’s yellow and wilted.
Alone and discolored; overlooked;
She looks around and she’s no one else.
Like the flower, there’s still time to change.
Alone and discolored; not going to be her.
She’s still young and pretty.
Afraid of being a dying flower.
She stands up leaves,
Calls everyone she knows.
Apologizes for the way she’s been.
Love and friendship surrounds her.
Sitting there she sees a flower.
Among the other it stands out.
It’s red and full bloom
Surrounded by a garden,
It grows strong and interlaced.
She picks it and puts it in her hair.
One flower is pretty.
A garden holds more beauty…
Than one wilted flower.
She turns and goes home.
She is happy and loved,
And always feels at home in a garden.
Copyright © Emily Humphreys | Year Posted 2010
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