By Zoe S. - 2024
-
I looked outside my window last week
Saw flushed tones of red and pink, a shocking sight.
My garden is usually dried, bleak, and gray
But there was one flower that stood…
It seemed to be confused,
Not sure which color it wants to take…
It takes a beautiful warm color when it wants to be seen,
A passionate red, surging with aphrodisiac,
Or a vibrant pink, with love in its roots.
Yet turns gray and hides when it does not.
I looked outside my window yesterday
There was another flower beside my confused friend,
It was bright… beautiful… magnificent.
My flower couldn’t hide anymore
I looked outside my window today
They were both gray
Their roots intertwined
And the flowers both died
I tried to pluck them
Their roots stuck too far...
They couldn’t be replanted
So I left them.
I silently cursed myself for planting them in the first place;
The flower that couldn’t choose,
And the flower that holds my heart.