they come and go (being beautiful with no purpose)

A flower

sways as she sprouts 

with the way of the wind 

waiting for the rain to 

reach her roots again 

A bee

lands on her lavender petals

as quick as he came, he take what he needs 

he wants to see other flowers

as beautiful as she

Another  

follows her sweet scent

by the warm summer breezes 

she greets him, petals open 

but like his kin, he does as he pleases 

A fertilized flower

watches bees come and go like seasons

but she knew she'd wither in snow

she wonders which one will stay, 

surrounded by flowers that have grown happy