I am a flower

They see me and smile They adore me and keep When I blossom, they pluck When I wither, they throw Then the genesis of me Gives another birth to me I withered again And the process goes on. The soul in me, Flourishes and fades too The commoners never changed. 'The Humans' They still pluck the beautiful flower And they never stopped, Lowering-downgrading, tearing down the other humans I am just a flower Just in human form And not on the bush. (Some flowers do bloom on a tree, cherry blossoms)

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you used the flower to show how we can be treated. People can be cold and hard. We need to slow down, listen and pay attention to the people that are near. Thank you my friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote