Why Flowers Die

I woke up one morning in a field of color, smelling the essence of Spring. Flowers blowing gently against my face, I gently began to brush it away. As my hand glides across the petals I notice the color fade. I heard of chrous of wailing as I realized that the flowers were mourning the death of a comrade. I looked at my hand and found a kaleidescope of colors forming at the place where the petals once touched. The flower turned coal black and withered away before my eyes. As it bowed it's head in death, in a whisper it said to me,"I will die for you". In anger the mourners began to cry out in anger. "You come here, disturb our restful slumber, so you can wash yourself with our beauty! How dare you expect us to give you life when you come to destroy us!" Sadness comes, a tear rolls down my face and falls in the place of my dead savior. Mirror images form as I see my face. How young I am, how wonderful and energetic I feel. My soul is brand new. A ray of light burns the image away as the angry flowers turn their backs on me in shame. The cold wind that blew on the inside has encompassed the beauty I had just beheld and as the sky turned into swatch of color and burned out as a candle in the wind. I become old and frail. I bend down to take another life......Why does a flower die? Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 03:04 PM PST   0 • 10