A Flower

A Simple Flower:

I was a simple flower and you were my cloud.

You gave me all I could’ve ever needed –

But then, you disappeared.

The rocks and birds told me it’s not the end of the world,

But they didn’t understand what that cloud did for me.

How did they expect me to just move on

When everything was only possible because of that cloud?

So as the birds chirp and the wind roars,

I sit rooted to the ground

Waiting for the cloud that will never return.

A Dying Flower:

I was a dying flower and you were the sun.

You looked at me with a concerned grin, saying,

“I’d give all the sunlight I have to keep you alive.”

With wilted petals falling one by one, I looked at you.

“Why do you try to save what cannot be saved…

won’t this be all for naught?” I asked.

With an empty smile you looked away.

I sat as the beams of sunlight lost their warmth.

The light started to fade as I started to rest.

You looked at me, wanting to cry.

I saw you talk but I couldn’t understand what you said.

Was this the answer I was waiting for?

I wonder what the answer was…

“It’s not your fault your seed was planted here, you deserved so much more…”

A Flower – Ethan Artis-Roberts