Just Like Flowers Poem by Gabe Florsheim

Life, or mine, is just like flowers,
Swaying in the autumn wInd.
I'm light and free and nonchalant
Towards angry weeds, who spring from sin.

Pedals lift a cool night's breeze,
The rush; the ride; a song bird melody.
Flower's live and live to thrive,
But now in comes the time for threnody.

Children laugh and spread a veil,
Of blushing red o'er green grass hills.
With every step a loved one dies,
A stem that snaps; a painful shrill.

One girl came along and unlike friends,
Bent down in her crimson dress.
She came not to kill, but to enjoy,
She was a gift, and I've been blessed.

But i have scars, my roots dig deep.
Knowing the human race I fear
That she will be like all the rest.
That she will bring up flower's tears.

So If you're out there, keep on smiling.
With out you i am unempowered
You've given hope, and i hope strong.
So please make my life just like flowers.