Poems And Ranting...sorta

Flowers

A peace of vibrant-ness falls off,
Each one slowly falling down until there's no more.
The petals all laying lifeless on the hopeless ground,
Just waiting for their right time to soar.

What would they do after that?
Too many options to say.
They might go to a diffrent contentent,
Maybe even where there's a huge bay.

They might serve as a nice decoration for a hat,
Or they could be used for inspiration for a novel.
Also maybe a picture,
No matter what it might be it'll be hard to unravel.

Although all of those might be true it has to have a begining,
A sort of long weary some tale.
For all to understand and enjoy,
Now let's let them sail.