Flower
A poem I wrote when I was gazing out the car window on a long road trip.
She is like a flower,
Pretty in the summer and the spring,
Yet cold and dead when winter arrives
Her stem limp as snow covers the horizon
Snatching away the beauty of summer and spring.
Her petals falling to the ground as passers by forget her
Forgetting her beauty, forgetting her shine
Yet when the snow melts, and the sun shines,
She’s still able to bloom and sway,
Blossoming beautifully as her sprouts stray free
Free from the depression of the cold,
And the ice cold touch of winter.
She’s beautiful again to those among her,
Yet what they don’t know is she beholds a secret
A secret of beauty no matter the cold or unforgiving freeze.
She has her beauty all year round
Whether she’s above or below ground,
The flower, is beautiful.
About the Creator
M
Call me M, i mainly write about the thoughts i can never seem to say outloud. I hope you can find some kind of comfort and belonging on my page :)
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