People like flowers
Because they are for all occasions
Happy sad, in between.
People are like flowers because they are for all occasions
Happy sad and in between.
Flowers are like people
Because they have colors and moods and seasons
They all bloom and different times
And aren't bright forever.
Flowers have their peaks and people narvel
People have pinnacles of brilliance
And all bystanders do
Is wonder with judgement
Why it didn't last longer
All the while caressing a rose
White and innocent
Its end product the result of years
Why can't we be more like a flower?
O but we are.
We have thorns
And roots
Foul odors
Fruits
Years when we shine
Days when our petals fall
A person whos not like a flower
Is no person at all.