The Flowering
Beautiful flowers; how the blossoms grow,from the fruitful seed to vicarious bees.Bursting with intercourse, as pollen flows.Speaking naturally of needs on the breeze,life must go on, so relations are a whorl.Nearer to life’s apex, feeling the pulse,sweetness comes, with the nectar.The petals are fragrant, as they uncurl.Purer the thoughts, purer the impulse.Connecting stamens are not the collector's. Beautiful flowers, adorning the graves,silently singing, as passersby do rue.Seemingly, cut short of all their days,while arranged purples fade to blue.The vibrant colors are touching the heartsbut are no longer feeling the sun's warm touch,while love ‘s hues are still springing anew, Even when separated by its parts,So make art lovely and then feel as much.Life and death in ones moment’s breathe,then again, an alluring world is full of these. 3/29/2017
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2017
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