May 2018
They sit in their beautiful growth. They are observed from afar. They mark these areas, firmly staked into the ground. All it takes is one selfish, careless person to rip them out. After that, their seeds dont shake and blossom anymore. They decay and wilt. Become nothing more than a dead, pretty thing that use to be.
Written during a walk home from a nature trail after looking at trimmed flowers and reflecting on the selfishness of trying to live in a beautiful moment.
