Like the flowers

like the flowers 

like the flowers of the grass
many wither and their beauty fade away
they once blossom in beauty and radiance
but as times goes by, the sun scorch through
their skin, impair their life, their pride and their color, they fall and their blooms dies

like the flowers of the grass
many were one time roses of the field
in the heart and souls of others
but as times goes by, the rain wail out
stream rose fiercely, the wind blows and drives
away their vitality and richness in beauty

like the flowers of the grass
many newly rise with abundance of beauty
their looks is pleasing to the sight afar
but as the predators walk through the field
they match them, kill their glory and they die

like the flowers of the grass
many were too attractive to the eyes
just as coins are to Goblins
they were plucked with root
and as times goes, it lack nurturance
they wither, their petal fall and they die

like the flowers of the grass
many beautiful souls live
but they die as the winds of life
waver its poisonous wings…

Bayode Taiwo. 

 

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