Among new flowers

This is a reply to a haiku of mine, Seduction http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/rodriguesdavi/1144729/

Once I had a sprig of sweet little lilac flowers

They were beautiful

They couldn't just be left to live on Nature's showers

I was dutiful

Every day some water sprinkles

Every night some thoughtful care

Plucking out petals with wrinkles

And they even seemed to glare

I really liked my sprig of little lilac flowers

More than I can say

To them I would devote the most valuable hours

The best of my day

My friends and I were happy,

Under the sunshine, walking

Enjoying jokes quite snappy

We show our love by mocking

Then I simply forgot my sprig of lilac flowers

I sensed a new smell

And though it didn't bring a love that all devours

It felt pretty swell

Oh, I rued what I had done

My lilacs were left behind

But they wouldn't now be gone

If they had been on my mind

I thought of changing the vase

Of bringing them back to life

But I had no other space

Nor the needed gard'ner's knife

Author's Note

Again, the symbols are not just in the story. I always try to reflect something in the form when I write long poems (not haikus, those have less room for that).
For reference on the obvious flower metaphor, look up Language of Flowers.