A small flower,
it is formed by a tiny bud
which is similar to a baby.
So small and innocent,
not knowing that it is
part of a giant world of life.
The bud grows,
just like a baby.
The bud blooms,
just like a child.
The flower forms,
just like a teen.
The flower blooms,
just like an adult.
Everything has a purpose
in the world of life.
A bee comes and gathers sap
from the flower.
The flower has a purpose and
that is to serve the bee
so that it will live.
The flower becomes old,
the bee comes again but
there is no sap for the bee,
the bee dies.
The flower withers and dies too.
A tiny bud falls to the ground.
In it contains a small flower.
If you don't get the meaning of this poem that i made then don't worry, i'm making a short story of it. Well i guess it doesn't really matter because almost no one looks at my journal anyways.
 ShaiMouse · Tue Dec 19, 2006 @ 04:14am · 6 Comments |
