The flowers of life
Best describe
The world of ours within
Buds of spring,
Our childhood
Delicate, innocent, fascinating
Then comes summer, drenched with heat
The battles of drought & flood
Giving way to full bloom
That once was only bud
But the withering, the withering
Of spirit and soul
The withering of the flower’s bud
Is fall’s harvest goal
And the flower, it dies
In the bitter cold of season
The delicate childhood gone
Without explanation, reason
But, the flowers of life
Best describe the world of ours within
And we will rise again to bloom
As God’s child—delicate, chosen, forgiven.
1 June 2002
cjz
