Blue Flower

Stuck in the cold. Shivering.

You didn’t choose to be here. You grew here, beautiful and sad at the same time.

Blue and admirable.

Delicate but strong. How do you do it?

How do you stand so tall but your blooms bend under the pressure of the cold world and still manage to make it look like you're not struggling.

Beautiful Blue Flower.

You stand your ground,

let the bees use you for their pleasure,

enjoy the sun for a moment but then winter will come,

you will wilt into nothing as you always do.

I wish you the best.

I pray for you.

Please come back and see me in the Spring, I will be waiting.