Withering Blossoms Poem by Jayne Doe

Breathe in the smell
Of a flower that knows me well

Watch the petals
Stretching out to my hand

Smiling colors
Make me feel alive again

Yet all I can hear
Is that song it doesn't sing

Hold it in my hand
Try to make amends
As I take back
All the water
And the sunshine
That I give

Fading smell
Of flowers that once knew me well

Petals fall
Without reaching to my hands

Fading colors
Stealing my life again

And all I can hear
Is that song I made it sing

Hold it in my hand
Pretend to make amends
As I take back
All the water
And the sunshine
That I give

Makes me wish
For more than a moment
That I could have that seed
Right here in my hand again

I'd make it my favorite
Pocket it for later
If I could have that seed
Right here in my hand again

A seed in the palm of my hand

It's just a seed in the palm of my hand