Being A Flower

Being a flower in a universe of trees
Takes an effort that few know
And I push up

Every day.

I don't really feel much here.
I forget my color,
And I question my purpose.
There must be a bee
Somewhere.

There must be someone who wants a flower
To pick and admire,
To cure the emptiness of a table.

Even when I am crushed I emit a fragrance.

But soon I will wilt
So whatever your intentions, please
Pick me.

Reviews

[bluessadmood]

Oh hey dear that was so witty and how you humble yourself and you sound vulnerable. .a great mix to ...
A flower that thinks she must of of use..to furnish an empty table just to look at what lovely emotions she will bring to mind..yes there must be someone out there to look for me ,pick me up so I stand up and show up even if I am crushed and hurt I will spread such fragrance,very few will not notice..yes I am here
Lovely write..