Flower Poem by angelica dela cruz

a flower's seed i'd sown in spring.
in morning's light i'd hoped it'd bring
the pleasure of a brighter day;
the magic simple words can't say.

and nurtured well, i grew it so
that prideful winds could not it blow.
and simple beasts would love it best;
the birds the bees and all the rest.

then passed the spring with summer's call,
and golden rays revealed a ball
of flowers blue and bright and new
and roses and some violets too.

my flower was within the rest.
i could not find the one loved best.
it hid within the gold facade,
and lost itself in green parade.

then autumn came, with winds so cold,
it turned the leaves to orange fold.
and flowers that were swaying strong
were buried in the autumn song.

only then did my eyes see
the flower that was dear to me;
the summer crowd had killed it long.
it did not reach the autumn song.

the flower that i loved the best,
the flower died before the rest.