I'm a flower
That blooms everyday
And goes to dust
I'm beautiful on
The tree
Where I was
Born
But people pluck me
I think
Plucked by people
Am I fortunate!
Or mixing in dust,
Am I fortunate?
Now these
Questions go to dust
For I realize
My ultimate home
Lies in the
Dust!
Oh I face the Sun
I adorn the lawn
On the bushes
At its sides
I talk with other flowers,
Ask them
Are you happy
Some say no
Pessimists
Call them the others
Who say
They are lucky
God's given them
Bright colors
To attract
Creatures
That will
Let them live
In their
Sons
And daughters!
Some are but
Dull  like the
Maize flower
But it has its own joys
Swayed by the wind
It flies to its destiny
In joy
As others watch
Bulky bright
With parched eyes!
Oh I realize
Flowers have joys
Aplenty
Serving others
They lead
Their lives
For maybe
Hours or days
Just twenty
O God
Make me a flower
Again
I bow gently!