The Flower
Wither,
Wither and die,
Said I, to the flower,
Your purpose in life is what?
To beautify,
To beautify the land?
Inquired I of the flower,
Would that be your reason for existence?
Wither,
Wither and die,
Commanded I to the flower,
Should your beauty forever live?
Answer,
Answer me!
Pleaded I to the flower,
What has your destiny shown?
Should your beauty thrive?
Should your beauty thrive forever?
Wondered I of the flower,
Or should the Earth wither and crumble?
Wither,
Wither and die I shall,
Said the flower to me,
Should I live forever, only you may know.
Copyright © Maygin Creekmore | Year Posted 2011
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