Life and roses…a poem

roses start out
as seeds
they
put down
roots
and
if their roots
are allowed
to survive
they flourish
and
eventually
produce a bud

wrapped tightly
the bud
feel the warmth
of the sun
and begin to unfurl
reaching for the
light

petals
soft
and beautiful
continue to open
inviting bees
to visit and
joyfully
soaking up the
sunlight

until
finally
their edges
begin to curl
and turn
brown
their soft
petals
still beautiful
begin to grow
limp and rest
delicately
upon each other

and so
they fade
retaining
their joy
but
becoming tired
their stems
weakening

still admired
touched by
those who
can see
their
aging glory
their beauty
continues to
change
until
the very end

but many flowers
are beaten
trod upon
or torn
from the soil
before their roots
can
take hold
before their
small bud
can open

abused
and fearful
they remain
tight
their tiny
soft petals
dying
before
ever opening

people do that to
beauty
to
flowers
and to each other
they do it
because
they can
and because they are
filled with
hatred
no light
shines from
them

 

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2 Responses to Life and roses…a poem

  1. Rivera says:

    👍👍

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