my first poem

Tuesday, October 21, 2008


Flower

The journey it completes,

is a journey it wins.

The many beautiful colors

are those for which it gets a name.

The many qualities it has

are made for just living....

The life of a flower is a journey

as hard as none of others.

The colors are there,

the fruits are there

but all for not of its own.

The colors are taken,

the fruits are eaten...

but what a flower recieves is only the pain of dryness

It is said to be beautiful

when it decorates others.

The journey it completes is about to end

as it is time for another

to color the life of others.