When Flowers Fall

a reply to: ancientthunder
I didn't want to detract from your thread but your poem inspired me:

I applaud
Every flower
From the seed
To death.
For it is not the flower
That decides whether or not
It will bloom- no
That lies, entirely
Out of her power.
Yet look at some flowers
They lord their beauty
And proclaim themselves
Triumphant- as if it were they
Who had decided to bloom
Who had decided their dress.
It is not the bloomed I look to
It is not the well dressed
It is the ones who are struggling
The ones who know death-
It is these who know humility.
See them yearn, see them pray-
See them get no amswer, and turn away.
Little do they know-
In the realm of eternal life
It is they who will be dressed in splendor.

Very inspring also, heres to all the fallen ones who did their best.To our ancestors.a reply to: LucidWarrior

a reply to: LucidWarrior

Blessed are the meek.
Respect for the one who stops to lend them a hand, and give them honor.

a reply to: ancientthunder

Yes, cheers.

Thanks for the inspiration, fellow poet

a reply to: Nothin

Muchos gracias, lol

So beautiful and inspiring Lucid!