The flower sits in the shadows <br />as the sun begins to fade <br />Slowly the darkness arrives <br />in the heavy dark shade <br />It waits one more time <br />for the light to come again <br />Preserving its beauty <br />for the children to stare within <br />As the new light reflects <br />its fervent attempt to glimmer <br />The flower's purpose <br />grows even slimmer <br />It's desire to be a niche <br />in the beauty of God's mold <br />Is the same as being the object of affection <br />for somebody to hold <br />Every day it begs to be picked <br />and every day its endeavor is kicked<br /><br />Trevor Schulte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flowers-purpose/
