Posted in English poetry, Mindful

Wilted Flower

Risen with the sun so bright,

Fallen with the sounds of fright,

Standin high with cinfidence,

Until a sigh of restlessness,

Wilting with the patters oncoming,

Shattering out all its wings,

Once so delicate and trained,

No more up to the game,

By the end of time,

So helplessly a beaten lime,

As the wind blows,

The splattered flower flows!