Iris

At the beginning of her life the flower blossomed big and her pedals were bright. Her skin shined with glow and her laugh was delight. Then one day the storm came and loosened her stem by a nudge. More and more it came around as it kept getting stronger. Even through that she still kept her smile and it has yet to knock her crown. The wind blew and the sun tried to shine She cried herself to sleep and tried to stay in line. Her imperfections impacted her greatly and she'd scream as her leaves fell off. Eventually, like the rest, all her dreams were doffed. When the next storm came back around it knocked her stem half way and she was forced to look down But stood so droopy was her crown Then her hope grew less as she wasn’t able to grow from the sight of the sun. Her roots were giving out as she finally realized it was almost done. When I went to visit that beautiful flower while the others came along she told us her time left wasn’t long So the bed gathered to tell the flower How beautiful she will always be. She will always be bright and big No matter how tall the trees got to be As her Dark purple became lavender Everyone got to say good bye, all except one. When the last storm came it knocked her whole stem down. She laid there looking up at the dark sky crying and screaming “why?!” And as her delicate heart gave out, her crown laid side by side to the beautiful flower that shriveled up While everyone buried her and her coronal I cried because I never got to say goodbye. And what I’ve learned from this beautiful flower and broken stem is to never take the time you have with people for granted. You never know how long you have with them.