Flowers

Closed, simple, calm

Flowers before day

They grow in the fields

Quiet as they lay

The tawny rays of sunrise

Come up over the field

Beauty covers the meadow

Quiet and concealed

Never do people come here

To stomp upon their stems

Only the morning dew

Can touch these lovely gems

In a world without people

This field is always at peace

No fighting ever occurs

The world seems to cease

But out of the rays of morning

That cover the simple hill

A single silent warning

A bird cries sharp and shrill

Animals start to worry

They leave their home behind

Families gather together

Unsure of what they’ll find

When the humans find the glade

They see the flowers there

The beauty doesn’t stop them

From bringing their despair

With them, they bring their troubles

The war, the sick, the poor

They build cities over flowers

And only ever want more

When one flower remains

A brilliant vibrant blue

It opens all alone

Without everyone it knew

Its friends are gone from sight

The animals, the plants

Nothing remains

Not even the ants

She finds she lives in concrete

Just poking through a crack

Though people stop to admire her

She knows there’s no turning back

For the fields have turned to plastic

The sky from blue to gray

People just don’t notice

As the world starts to decay

Nothing ever gets better

For this flower in the cracks

She loses hope in people

In the world which we lack

She dreams of the glade

Where her friends and her once lay

She remembered the tawny sunrises

The first sign of the day

Though all is lost

She lives and she will die

Alone from her friends

In the sidewalk where she whispers goodbye