Sunday, June 05, 2016

of once there is a life

The flowers bloom
The bees and butterflies
Buzzing around to taste
The honey in the buds

The shapes and sizes
The aroma in the air
The birds too will peep it
The juices to keep them alive

Then there are the predators
They don't see the harm
They pluck it away
The flowers wither

Turning dry
The life force sucks out
Leaving them the last aroma
Before it withers crushed of its life

There is a beginning
There is an end
It is left with the memories
Of once there is a life

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