Sonder (Pt. II) - A Poetic Memoir

The Flower

The last poem in my section dedicated to my old poems. Enjoy!

A flower blooms in the spring like a baby bird with new wings.
It smoothed out m, fresh and new, water on the petals as the dew.
But by winter, the flower, dead.
It shows no sign of a beautiful red.
It droops and wilts, bends and tilts,
Death does winter bring.
Icy freezes,
The spring flower, gone by the coldness and breezes.
But the seed returns by spring.
Hope does this seedling bring.
Our cold world, gone.
No more harm, a new song.
A flower is like life.
We have good days and bad.
Things make us happy then sad.
Life sometimes gets bumpy but smooth again.
And everything will be better in the end.