Watching the Flowers Fall
I am sitting on a park bench
Listening to the sound of my music
Staring off into the distance
As a tree catches my eye
It is dotted with yellow flowers
There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of flowers dotting the tree
They drift to the ground soundlessly
No one else noticed the loss
Of the one beautiful flower
Among the thousands of flowers
Dotting the beautiful tree
It is one among many
And will not be remembered
Nor will it be missed
Copyright © Kamryn Macneil | Year Posted 2022
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