The Fallen Flowers

Flowers turn to greet the morning

Then suddenly without any warning

The storm comes and uproots them all

No more happy Morning Glories

The Sunflowers faired poorly

No more wild flowers standing tall

As I view the devastation

It is my contemplation

That something must have lived

I set out walking into the field

It looks as though nothing will heal

As if there is nothing left to give

But still I wander through the death

Some sights catch my breath

Until, a glimmer of hope I spy

A living flower, broken but not gone

Kept alive by Nature’s song

And watered now by the tears I cry

In some years the meadow will flourish

As long as we take time to nourish

The fallen flowers, they will live again