Delicate Flowers Withering Away
We are delicate flowers withering away,
blown far over the tree-tops,
to fall apart like falling stars...
and land in unfrequented places,
where no human ever lives;
only falling rain can give us that new life!
Planets and stars were made
for Humankind alone...to endure forever,
and our Earth is the jewel of this Universe;
timeless from the day of creation, with rare
colors so vivid and admirable, it was endowed
with majestic oceans and misty mountains:
and we feel the need to exalt its Creator!
At night, we stare at it with astonishing silence,
wishing to be immortal...to gaze into it evermore!
We are delicate flowers withering away,
lamenting an unfair fate without any delight in tomorrow;
hoping to outlive every season...seasons
that quickly come and go
with an inexplicable haste!
These lives are delicate flowers
that offer youth a brief beauty,
then they lose their freshness...to become non-existent!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
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