Flowers I Wonder
what is a flower?
given as a gift
does it mean something?
or is it just pretty gesture
a gift of a flower
fills us with joy,
as we watch it slowly die over days
does this make us happy?
it does seem strange
when i rearrange them
petals falling
i sense a waste
for this flower could be outside ,full of life
nectar for bees and birds
and full of color
i think the real beauty of a flower
is outside ,in the moons power
i can sit and watch it grow, full of life
or sit inside and watch it struggle cut by a knife
its my choice
i say let it give life
to the bee,and the bird
watch the cycle continue
not end on a kitchen table.
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