The Flowers Will Die Soon Enough

Hello again! I haven't been on much lately, but now that I'm back, I have deleted all of my previous works because I hate the gloomy tone. Here's one of my sister's favorites. Cheers to a fresh start.

Everything is about nature

At least, everything that get's recognized

Everything that's held in the hands of publishers

That people can't clap enough for

Made it to front cover

Written in big fat print

Go outside and write about a daisy

With its simplistic white petals and yellow core

Write about the bee that landed on its stem

With stripes in shades of "coal" and "lion's fur"

Every word must be about the mountains' looming heights or the shades of the sunset

What about the sounds?

What about the feelings?

What about the scents?

The emotions?

The tastes?

What about...

The mind?

Oh, there are so many things to write about yet no one writes about the mind!

What a shame.

What no one realizes, or at least, doesn't want to realize

Is that the flowers will drop when winter comes along

The bees will be gone as well after their first victim

The grass' green will dull as soon as the snow starts to fall

And the sun will be out of sight once the moon is shining

But the mind is up and running

Mine runs so fast, I can't keep up

The mind is always thinking

Scheming

Deciding

Plotting

Even at 3:30 AM

With a disintegrating journal

A pen nearly out of ink

Heavy eyes

And an idea as bright as the glow from the lamp light

Author's Note

In my opinion, the style is a little bit similar to the work style of a kid's, which bothers me some, but it was the only way I could think to word it. Also, please ignore the way I ramble on in some parts, and then produce a long line afterwards. Criticism appreciated :)