You will walk among dead flowers
waining and wilting
you may pass without the blink of an eye
till you pass the one still standing
among the fallen
amond the dead and dieing
You will stare and wait
for it to become like the rest
broken.
you may wait seconds, minutes, hours, or days
things will change around you
seasons will pass and so will people
questioning, staring, trying to understand
your love for this standing flower.
till one day you finally decide
to pick it.
once you do, its all different
what was once indestructible from you or the earth
has now crumbled and died
from the simplistic decision to take it.
Look around at that field of flowers.
you realize they were never wilted.
they were picked by people
who forgot to replace the water
who forgot to take care of them
who forgot to remember them.
so here is a hint or a reminder if you will
take care of the flowers of life
or they will end up dead and picked by the wrong people.

-MG