A Blooming Flower
The flowers start to bloom this time of year
An occasion for the rise of Spring
The time to grow, to love
The flower shows us a beauty that we thrive for in ourselves
But as time goes on the flower wilts
The beauty fades, the love dies
The flower has fallen. Why?
Was it the changing weather?
Was it the animals in the field?
Was it me? Was this beauty supposed to be secret to all but nature?
Why did I have to ruin it
In a world full of flowers, Why am I the weed that kills and ruins this garden
