Flowers' Purpose Poem by Trevor Schulte

The flower sits in the shadows
as the sun begins to fade
Slowly the darkness arrives
in the heavy dark shade
It waits one more time
for the light to come again
Preserving its beauty
for the children to stare within
As the new light reflects
its fervent attempt to glimmer
The flower's purpose
grows even slimmer
It's desire to be a niche
in the beauty of God's mold
Is the same as being the object of affection
for somebody to hold
Every day it begs to be picked
and every day its endeavor is kicked