Flowers Poem by irenio irenaeus bero

In life we are flowers
Some better than the others
Others stronger but at some point weaker
Than the weakest

Strength above weakness
Weakness above strength
We are like a victory of a soldier
And a tear that lightens his deepest grief
As he mourns for the nobleman
That fought alongside the battlefield

All flowers blossom and wither
One single truth is what we seek for
Truth stands out above every deceit