Artificial Flowers And Blooms Poem by Andrew W.K. Yip

Oh green leaves and blooms, a glamour to behold.
You watch time flow as your 'perfection' takes hold.
Your life is a dream—carefree, scentless, and still,
Untouched by the seasons, the frost, or the chill.

Yours is a world made of plastic and thread,
A vibrant illusion where nothing can tread.
While living leaves wither and fall to the ground,
Like broken souls wandering, lost and unbound.

Yet you dance in the breeze with a changeless embrace,
Untouched by the sorrow that time leaves in space.
You watch with dry eyes as the living world ends,
While your peerless perfection refuses to bend.