A Dying Flower Poem by Breey Hayden

a dying flower wailed to me,
as i crossed it's weary path.
it said, 'my dear, why can't you see? I've suffered none but others wrath! '
i tried my best to strain and hear,
but the flower was quite hurt.
it's one last breath just dissapeared,
and came out in a soft low spurt.
i also tried so hard not to cry,
for simply i could see.
this flowers pain was far from lies,
and this poor dead flower resembled me.