Flowers

When I die I want to become flowers.
I want to grow under the sun and tremble under the rain.
I want to quiver in the wind and shiver in the cold.
I want to spread my leaves wide and make love to the bees.
I want to be beautiful.
If not for myself, then for someone else

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

What a lovely thought and poem too. I liked it.

[Bookworm1223]

Thank you, I very much appreciate your review ^.^

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome ☺