Flowers

I started this poem a while ago, but couldn't think of how to finish it, so today was the day. It's spring now, and some of you are probably getting many blossoms these days. This poem is for those flowers that make us all so happy.

They were fragrant, fresh, pink

Now they're droopy white

Fragrance turned to death's stink

They used to shimmer in light.

They come and go

They sparkle and glow

Here today, gone tomorrow

All withered in a row.

But, while they're around

What joy and cheer they bring

Splashing color on the ground

Make the world wake up and sing.

So, thank You, God, for flowers

Thank You for sun and rain

And the blooms after the showers

A balm of kindness in the pain.