The Flower of Life

Life is like a flower, It begins, is nurtured, then blooms.
It then withers, wilts, and comes to an end,
The difference being a flowers desire never consumes,
It never knows regret, nor makes decisions wishing to resend.
No mulligans for the flower, yet it never seems to care,
Always living in this moment, and ever without fear,
Always rooted in contentment, never swallowed by despair,
Learn alot we really could, from this precious flower here.
I pray that I be like the flower, never fearing death,
Knowing its eventuality, content til my last breath.
I love you so dear flower of life,
You are my loving example who takes away my strife.


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