The Life of a Flower

"Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature" Gerard De Nerval.

Flowers are the basic tool any writer would use to describe the wondrous nature. Everyone is astounded by the beauty of it. I just wrote this poem yesterday which is about how a tiny flower, a daisy looks at life around it and how it feels...

Life of a flower

My world began as a small pod

Freshly put in soft land

Water sprinkled on my teeny face

For days I sat enclosed in the box

I was surely claustrophobic

But it made no difference

One day I was pushed open

Thrown into the land of fresh daisies

Yet held strongly by force

I could finally feel the wind

Rush into my face

The morning dews

The bees buzzing about

I was growing taller and taller

Probably taller than the daisy next to me

And then finally

The day I had been waiting forever

A tiny petal of white opened

And then in a symphony all the others 

Surrounding my face in a halo

Swaying to the harmony of the winds

I was popular

Bees and Butterflies surrounding me

Enjoying my sweet scent and presence

It was divine having guests

Until night where I had to sleep

At night I had the wildest dreams

Surfing on the head of the Queen of Atlantis

Dancing with princesses on their bouquets

Decorating a beautiful room

With little teddy bears and such

Only until the morning was out

As usual I sprang out

Bathed in light

I was rejuvenated and was sure the gardener would harvest me

Combing my sepals

And looking straight

Till I felt a few petals leave me

And fall into the soft land

I tried to hold them

As I saw the farmer approach

The day I longed for so long

Was going to walk right beside

As I showered in woe

Begging that he would ignore the absence

The minute he came near me

I crossed my fingers

He looked, thought

Plucked me out of my home

Dropped me down

Squashed me like a mosquito

And moved on

There I lay taking my last breath

Just as a gallant hero after a war…

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