"The Gift of Flowers"
I've never been fond of flowers.
For, given as a gift, they are placed in a vase
And left to wither and wither away
Until they must be thrown away.
This seems so very cruel,
To give a gift that has such an ending.
But maybe it's not what it seems.
Maybe I choose what I see.
Lately I've come to appreciate flowers.
For, given as a gift, they are placed in a vase
And left to admire and teach us a lesson...
To value life, and its beauties, while we have it.
This seems so very wonderful,
To be given a gift that has such meaning.
Written by. Holly H.
For, given as a gift, they are placed in a vase
And left to wither and wither away
Until they must be thrown away.
This seems so very cruel,
To give a gift that has such an ending.
But maybe it's not what it seems.
Maybe I choose what I see.
Lately I've come to appreciate flowers.
For, given as a gift, they are placed in a vase
And left to admire and teach us a lesson...
To value life, and its beauties, while we have it.
This seems so very wonderful,
To be given a gift that has such meaning.
Written by. Holly H.
posted by Holly at 11:54 PM
1 Comments:
nice poem. relevant in me as i recently fell for someone and have to remind myself to njoy what there is and not worry about whether it is still there tomorrow.
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