Forever Dead Poem by Nia Schexnider

A cold drip leaked out of the spout,
and rained down on those daisies.

Green grass and a medow of life.
She watered those flowers, by hand.
They grew upward, like the sun rising at dawn.
Her flowers gave her great joy.
But the seasons change.

And the petals fell to the floor,
and left a field of empty stems.
Browning in their death.

The bitter clouds of winter.

The cold drip leaked from the sky,
In the form of snowflakes.
Each individual snowflake,
Different than the next.

Beautiful for a moments time,
then melted and forever dead.