Some People Are Like Flowers Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE
Some People Are Like Flowers
Some people are like flowers,
They grow,
They bloom,
They shine for a while,
And then they fade away.
When they die
They return to the soil
From whence they came.
I am like a worm,
That lies underground
Within the cold and the darkness,
And only see the light
When I'm turned by the fork.
And yet without me
The flowers couldn't grow.
Not sad to be a flower, it can budding a new again right :) and the worm will decompose the rotten flower and bring fertile to the soil, who say worm is not important not mean we cant see the ability they not worth, any single thing is great in different way... I love the story here, it's beautiful one...I can conclude that we need to live well as togetherness, we do our responsibility in different way but each will lean on each other...it's like a fair cycle :) like this beautiful story Andrew :) Unwritten SOul
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4/18/2024 7:47:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Magnificient way of justifying the flowers lest they claim the kingdom of eternity forever...a worms significance also counts here equally...great write..very deep and poignant outflow..