When flowers blossom on a tree
It look so amazing
The brightness it brings to the tree and it environ
The sweet fragrance that fills the air
When a time comes
The flowers drop
And air comes from everywhere
Blow off the flowers
Where it went, we know not
It new destination, only God knows
I am the beautiful flower blown by the wind
And I tell you that the place I am now
Is a wonderful place
I've learn to grow dry, rotten and die
But it's part of my cycle
Why worry when it brings nothing
Why wait for the expected
When it's coming anyway
I am happy for everything around me
And that include you!
If God want this
Then who am i to do otherwise
My un edited story; untidy but genuine
-DelwinJames-
(inspired by my present state, written for the generation unborn, and understood by the carrier)
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