Under the great bright sun, <br />Stands a little bud dancing with fun. <br />The tender petals are all wrapped up, <br />Like a pink fairy cup. <br />Everyday each tender petal wakes up from her sleep, <br />Gazing down the hill which was very steep. <br />As each day passed by, <br />Each petal woke up with a sigh. <br />To breathe the fresh morning air, <br />And to feel the dew spread everywhere. <br />At last the bud bloomed into a flower, <br />Like a gift for happy lovers. <br />The birds and bees envied her, <br />For her petals soft as fur. <br />For seven days and seven nights, <br />She stood there looking at the beautiful sights. <br />But on the seventh night, her one petal was sick and dry, <br />She asked it again and again, ' why oh why'. <br />But as days passed by, each petal said goodbye. <br />At last she was a withered flower, <br />Standing like an expressionless tower. <br />Then she fell on the dry soil, <br />Who to her was very loyal. <br />She looked at the grey November sky, <br />Asking why oh why, tell me why. <br />Why I had this terrible fate? <br />The sky replied to her, 'Everyone born on this planet are in the same state'. <br />Because the sky had seen generations after generations, <br />And many reunions and separations. <br />Oh dear flower! the sky said, <br />You have withered and so you are dead. <br />So the flower decayed day by day, <br />And the people trampled her on their way. <br />The birds and bees asked, 'where is she? ' <br />A beauty we would like to see. <br />But now she is hidden in history, <br />This is life which remains a mystery.<br /><br />Wini Jose<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-life-of-a-flower-5/
