Flowers

Admire the flowers'

Captivating powers

The garden where it grows

Has a past it never shows

People stop to gawk

A small pause in a short walk

The flowers are such liars

Looking for unsuspecting buyers

Who believe their untrue story

Who bask in their brilliant glory

Envying their crisp, cool poise

Slowly becoming the flowers' toys

"What do people matter?

They're just something to shatter

They do it to each other

To their own sister or brother

But we beautiful plants never

We'll stay pretty memories forever"