Story Of A Flower Poem by Jerusha Melanie

I'm like a button,
Attached to a stem in mud,
When one gazes me,
I reveal myself as a bud.

I cherish a path,
Which is dark and gloom.
When my sepals open,
I slowly bloom.

Then the gardener arrives
And at my beauty, he wonders.
But now where to send me,
He deeply ponders.

He decided to send me to a grave,
Just to pay homage.
But then changes his decision;
And he sends me to a marriage.

I was sent to the marriage,
As a beautiful wreath,
I was clicked in photos,
I perfumed everyone's breath.

Then I'm tossed and pricked,
By children and birds,
Now it's time to say
my last words.

It was my luck,
Which sent me to the marriage,
And saved me from going
To pay a homage.

People say, "For success,
Fate should not be named."
But in my case,
Luck and fate played the game.