A flower stands unopened,
Beauty hidden from the world.
She is simply awaiting her gardener
But he never arrives.
So this delicate flower sits dormant
Coated in a thin film of dew
That is slowly slipping into her petals
As her colors begin to fade.
She still patiently waits for her farmer,
The one who will revive her.
She just needs some tender loving care
So that her true beauty can be unearthed
But soon she has no other choice
But to wither up from lack of love.
What a travesty when
Beauty dies before it ever lives.
This is such a sad poem, but one that I enjoyed reading very much. Nice work. :)