The Withered Flower - Poem by Green Peace
The flower has withered away
In its own way
on the outcome of the day.
The crimson petals have withered away.
It had blossomed to its fullest,
Its colours were the brightest!
Its fragrance was the sweetest,
Its shape was the finest!
Humans too can live a life like the flower
Gratitude, blessings, kindness, sweetest memories
and sacrifices to shower.
Live not in years but in deeds,
Sow of love, peace, harmony and happiness the seeds.
The flower has withered away,
But not in a useless way
It has blossomed in a life shortest
But its qualities had been fulfilled to its fullest.
Humans also can live a life to the fullest,
Enriched by your qualities brightest.
May you also spread the waves of humanity
Or what is life? a curse, a cruelty
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