A Lament To a Flower

A LAMENT TO A FLOWER With patience we wait for a bud into a blossom grow The morning dew that gave all to its scented essence Yet; so readily are we to cut it once its beauty shows This flower taken in its prime, of its own adolescence The morning dew that gave all to its scented essence Now as sat within a vase to be admired in all its glory This flower taken in its prime, of its own adolescence Yet if left alone; for it would have been another story Now as sat within a vase to be admired in all its glory Only to us give pleasure, but lacks the life it so needs Yet if left alone; for it would have been another story With its own life end, fails to return to earth its seeds Only to us give pleasure, but lacks the life it so needs Bees, colourful butterflies, or other pollinating insects With its own life end, fails to return to earth its seeds This divide of living in the wild, or for our need effects Bees, colourful butterflies, or other pollinating insects To rise and fall with the setting of the sun, or be vase This divide of living in the wild, or for our need effects To this blooming flower, it wasn’t written in the clause To rise and fall with the setting of the sun, or be vase It goes without question flowers were born to be free To this blooming flower, it wasn’t written in the clause But; as trapped within a vase ‘cause you did the deed It goes without question flowers were born to be free But; so readily are we to cut it once its beauty shows Yet; as trapped within a vase ‘cause you did the deed With patience we wait for a bud into a blossom, grow Indiana Shaw . . .