A Flower Poem by Cody O'Hara

A Flower



A flower in its prime will not wilt
For its time here is not yet spent

But on occasion
The unwary creature may trample the flower

What now of the flower
Where is the grandeur, the beauty

Was it all for naught
Or was the existence itself enough

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