enjoying her beauty under the heat of the morning sun
Dressed brightly, the flower laughed
A little proud, A little vain
laughing in her innocent pride.
She smiled at the playing children
She winked at the cooing lovers
and painted her life with all the hope
An optimistic picture of what only time would reveal.
Slowly she blossomed, radiating her beauty
Her fragnance filled the world
She stirred with every touch,
the soft touch of the passing wind
The warm touch of an innocent child
The firm but nurturing touch of the gardner
And she waited for her fate, Matured as she waited.
She attracted everyone who saw her
Ants and insects, bees and man
The bees swarmed around her
Drinking her nectar, licking her sweetness
Draining her beauty, making her hollow.
A light breeze now took the flower away
She fell on the hard ground with a life all spent
The petals were covered with dewey the tears
As she faced a different world all bleak , all white
A warm touch made her fly away from the hell
to a temple resonanting the sweet sound of faith
And she reached the divinity's head
Hundreds fell at her feet, thousands admired her
as she pleaded for time to stay
The next day she was dumped
All spent, All forgotten, she faded away
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