Flower of Life

That seed from the sperm Germinates from the soil of the womb in its term Till time is up, the seed remains calm and fragile The nurturing and maturing outburst it into stem and leaves so fragile In innocence and cry, springs the young to this unknown mystery At that point or even before, the choice is not in your hands in the disarray In this disarray, if the young plant is favored, the leaves groom greener With the strong stem upheld by the sperm provider And feeding from a root source of the womb bearer If fortunate, the youth now needs to make use of the serene condition to shoot flower Here the plant needs to put up much of effort to utilize the opportunity Unfortunate plants are like plantain sucker planted by the wayside Which due to wear and tear never prospers and dies in wretchedness Or bare flowers that are soon blown away by the windy wayward winds For its fruits, forget it! Fortunate are the plants that shut out flowers So beautiful and colourful with the wish of lasting forever That questionable matter of long struggling to understand eternity Oh eternity our wishful partner but enemy with that shroud of darkness over you The beauty of flower soon fades and browns if not blown away The flower with no beauty, sweet scent and exposer No bee will fed it with pollens; The pollens that when received begins the success journey Fading and browning till it generates fruits Like caterpillar processing into a butterfly The flower has to shrink into a dark pupa Then the flower flourishes into its fruit The fruit is what beholds the plant The beauty of the flower is long gone As the fruit surfaces If the fruit is sour or bitter With no benefit of even quenching a thirst The beauty and the resilience of the flower cannot be remembered The flower that bore good fruit will forever be remembered And here eternity becomes a partner indeed For the flower is captured in the archives, No matter how ugly the flower looked.