by Alexis Obasuyi

Created on: December 15, 2010

The Flower

Some say the flower hasn't been through much,

And I agree,

This was until one little flower,

Broke it down for me.

It's beauty tells a story,

It's leaves share a past,

It's roots represents a life that's gone by way too fast.

It starts out as a seed,

Left to partake in the game of "Survival of the Fittest."

It's rained upon,

Blown away,

Or even eaten.

But it finds foundation,

And latches on.

It continues to grow,

It continues to learn,

And it continues to strive.

And then there's later in life,

When it chooses to withstand the harsh weather,

And survive against Mother Nature once again,

And just when it thinks that the struggle is all over,

It is trampled upon......

Left to live..

Left to die...

Left to thrive...

Left to survive......

Some say the flower hasn't been through much

And I disagree

Because one little flower

Broke it down for me.

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