LITERARY: “All withered flowers were once pretty too.” by Jemina Gonzalez

 

A field of flowers, what a wonderful sight—

All the flowers bloomed under the sunlight.

Soon enough, you chose the prettiest one.

You took it home and fed it none.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦, you thought—

When you saw the flower that you once liked a lot.

Bloomed once the most in the field is now wilted.

For you were the one who took it and now it's jilted.

Nothing to keep it safe, to keep it alive:

Never took it back to the field, where it once survived.

Now it came to your mind,

You've done something unkind.

Once it was a pretty flower, tall among the grass—

Then its life had come to last,

You were back in the same field, the wilted flower in your hand.

A shovel in the other, a scene you couldn't withstand.

You used the pretty flower for decoration,

Now it has died of starvation.

As you dug deeper, it came to you:

All the withered flowers were once pretty too.