Flowers

                   

When I'm sad I think of the many luminous flowers.

When I'm happy, it's when i'm near flowers alone.

When I'm angry, I kick the flowers in the air

  When I'm forgiving, I plant more flowers.

When someone ignores me, A piece me disappears.

When I'm sick, I watch cartoons.

When something planned goes wrong, I do things that are wrong,

       When they apologize, " What party, there wasn't a party. "

And when the flowers are planted, I watch.

Awaiting it's growth.

When the bud appears, then petals, then nothing.

                                 And I accept what happens over time, again, and again.

No matter how slowly they fell.

Author's Note

Reviews

[ʝ ἶ l l]

I love flowers, so I love this poem too.