Death is the dropping of the flower, that the fruit may, swell.
Flowers that bloom in the winter may not survive till spring.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
At Times I Am A Flower…at times I am a flower ~singularly defined …
The flower that does not smileat the branches withers.
I loved the flowers that die, I loved the charm of the sky.
If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt.