A Funeral For the Flowers

A short conceit. Flowers act as the vehicle to hopefully carry a universal motif that you may perceive as you wish.

A Funeral for the Flowers

A flower will wilt,

Just like any day,

Or any pain.

The silence of a flower

Is matched only

By the curtains of another day.

The pedicel will falter,

Just like you will falter…

Just like we will falter.

Pistil...

Upon Pistil...

Upon Pistil...

The darkness

Is overthrown

By the ovary of time.

Abloom with the life of another moment,

Our repose comes to an end.

Our expiration,

expires.

The filament of life

Is the fact,

That we all wake up from sleep.

And once again,

We depart from the departed,
In a beautiful reawakening.

Like the solitary flower,

On the return,

Of the day so warm.