Dead Flowers
Dead Flowers
Petals once soft and bright
Now turned dry and dull
Your heads lifted high
Now permanently downcast
Sweet scent has faded
Brilliant colors gone
The petals texture of silk
Replaced with brittle paper
Though saddened at the state
Who could forget your earlier day
Your bright, bold colors
Your heads held high
Lighting up the room more than the sun
Given as a gift
Out of love and thoughtfulness
Now thinking back
You’re not really dead
In a different sense
You are still alive