I Am The Florist Poem by Melikhaya Zagagana

Take wonderful things here granted
Mind flowers of nature with their color of vanity
This rush of life insinuate little to know
From distant view its captivating
By close of distance your sight will fade
Day by day pending cause of death steals a sublimate
Oh! flowers of nature wither so beautifully in view
It is that man with wonderfully crafted ways of bait
Caught even the golden wise in his web
But catch me if you can, here after you i come
I am the florist, in the name of my blooms i care to bleed