To Find A Flower

A poem about flowers, maybe.

To Find A Flower


When all the flowers
disappear.
Where would you find one?

Correct,
you won’t.

But
to find a flower,
it has to already
be dead.

Flowers that die
always rise again.

Flowers that never die,
were never alive
in the first place.

If this poem wasn’t about flowers
what is it about?

The End