Gathering Rosebuds Poem by Daniel Y.

thousands of precious little ones
picked from their rosebeds
by the selective fingers with a casual eye

even the plebeian beauties are unsafe
with death as fickle as a curious child
and their colors vibrant and lovely

a bouquet for the angels
in a vase with dancing light
even the strongest flower dies.

a child for a child, some weird karma;
orphaned parents look for any reason
even the worst of all the lies

plucked from the earth for a funeral, how bitter!
singing a soulsong for the strange winter
their whyful cries into the wind

sadness in the empty places;
the flowers do not see us,
nor we they.