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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #1180055
Our lives are much like the lives of flowers. What happens when Winter comes?
Flowers of Life ...

I plant my seeds in early Spring.
I tend them well; I give them love.
I give them water, pull the weeds,
And they get sunlight from above.

The seeds then sprout, grow through the soil.
The tiny plants reach for the sky.
Leaves start to form, then buds appear.
There will be flowers, by and by.

When Summer comes, the flowers bloom.
Their joyous colors make me smile.
I feel my efforts weren’t in vain.
Their beauty makes it all worthwhile.

When Autumn’s chill is in the air,
My flowers are on “borrowed time”.
It won’t be long ‘till they succumb.
They now have lived beyond their prime.

With Winter’s cold and frosty air,
The beauty fades; my flowers die.
I pause and think about their fate.
A life so short; I wonder why.

Then I see life’s comparison
With buds, then flowers; youth, then death.
As they have died from Winter’s frost,
I, too, face Winter’s icy breath.

Seedling, blossom, childhood, maiden,
A flower’s life goes by so fast.
But one day, I too, shall be gone.
Like flowers, we aren’t meant to last.

Meter: 8-8-8-8
Rhyme pattern: a-b-c-b

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