Falling Petals

 

 

1.

     A flower is not just a flower,

For if it was, it would be only one

When there are many,

Many different shapes, sizes, colours,

Some grow tall while others so small

You’d catch your stride to see it

Reach a sky that Spring and Summer;

Once boasted blue.

 

2.

     We can tend our flowers -

We can tend all if mindful

How precious they are,

Alas, flowers are taken for granted –

They grow they spawn they die,

And so, we discard so many;

Let them fall to the ground - un-watered,

Uncared for and left at the mercy of elements,

Elements we know we cannot predict

But seem, in disarray,

 

     Nature, can be a strange beast,

For often we can marvel at that which

Is taken by storm - the next hour, day or week!

 

3.

     So how long does a flower live?

How long will it be before man tries

To place seed from un-known origins just,

To see what happens,

(How long the life proposed a multitude

Of sins,

     Which,- become the targets of

Wrongful incarnations)?

 

4.

     A rose bud, can live or die

As you and I,

A rose bud can grow untethered or struggle

Among the bramble and weed,

A rose bud can grow while a cannibal plant

Stands by anciently waiting – patiently there

To stake its claim,

A rose bud, like you and I,

Susceptible to the macabre;

     Can fall victim - become

The future history you feared,

     Now forever in terror;

You’ll not want to sit by

And see its doom,

 

5.

     I stand guard upon

My own of Natures natural flora,

I stand guard and besiege my garden

With tall fences I know can be overrun,

I wait, I watch, I listen for the scratching’s

That foretell of endless struggles with

Decay,

     And I hope and I pray,

The season is a ‘just’ one, for all our

Flowers to bloom.

 

Michael J Waite 24^th February 2013.