Journey of a Flower
Flower, you once were a seed;
sprouting through the cold soil.
Mingling your roots through the dirt;
following the sun, enduring storm and hail.
Flower, you shine tall on your own!
When tall weeds cast a shadow on you;
you open yourself to sun, wind, rain and soil.
Then, you bloom on your own time.
Flower, you decorate nature
with colors of joy.
You feed bees with juicy nectar
spreading your beauty more and more.
Flower, you get woven into a garland
to celebrate milestones of human relations.
You get landed on an empty vase and a quiet graveyard
to comfort distressed hearts.
Flower, you serve your purpose in every way
Whether picked or crushed,
you keep spreading fragrance;
teaching human race an art of living and losing!