Don’t pick the flowers
Each a gift from god summers is on its way

Don’t Pick The Flowers
Don’t pick the flowers,
let them live, let them grow,
roots deep in the earth,
faces turned to the sun’s glow.
Their petals breathe the morning air,
drinking rain from skies above,
each bloom a silent whisper
of nature’s quiet love.
The wind will dance around them,
the bees will come and go,
and seasons write their stories
in the colors they bestow.
A beauty left unbroken
is a gift the garden knows,
for every bud unopened
holds the promise of a rose.
So let them stand in sunshine,
in moonlight soft and slow,
don’t pick the flowers,
let them live, let them grow.
( 🙏 please)
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

Comments (4)
Aww, but I like to bring nature into the house every so often. They make the house look and smell nice. Good job though for nature is awesome.
I take pictures and send them with a note, "I Pic'd you some flowers,". Nature is so beautiful
Very lovely - you could almost replace flower with people in this - like the blossoming of a teenage girl finding her way in her own garden, you have to be so careful not to pick their spirit apart as you guide them.
Such a delicate and beautiful reminder to cherish nature as it is. Truly mesmerizing! 💛"