Inside a pot lies the seed
Filled with soil and manure depending on the light, rain and other nature's things
she sees her petals slowly bloom
Her beautyarise, delicate but weak
Nature behaves cruelly and blows the wind over her buds.
she bends and blends, trying to rise head high.
Her petals fall with the heavy storm.
she starts weeping in pain, her beauty is gone, shine is lost.
crumbled and crushed to the ground for once and will never bloom again.
Jerine James Thomas
June 25th 2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece of poetry well conceived and nicely crafted insight. A work of art. Thanks for sharing Jerine.