It’s always pretty when they’re blooming,
but it is short, they’re gone soon.
Cutting of their umbilical cord,
leaves just some threads and sometimes roots.
Because like humans she is planted.
Bedded in a softly womb.
And when they’re fallen
We take their heads up from the ground.
Indeed we like their magic color,
the ones they open up their heart.
They might be good or filled with poison,
Like human beings also pass.
Aqua1955
9 Comments
Françoise Dénéréaz 10 Jun 2012
What a wonderful and very creative image ! I love the very beautiful words too. Most excellent work Ben !!ruth sears 08 Jun 2012
just lovely Ben~Patricia Griffin Brett 08 Jun 2012
I agree with Sharon, Ben! :)Sharon Gonzalez 08 Jun 2012
FABULOUS CREATIVITY, BEN. BEAUTIFUL.Angelina Whittaker Cook 07 Jun 2012
Imaginative image and profound words Ben!Joan Wulff 07 Jun 2012
So clever!metin topa 07 Jun 2012
a very nice surrealistic work..the girl's name surely was 'Rose'..marie-claire gallet 07 Jun 2012
Ben, this is a fantastic poetic tribute to the flowers that we all do LOVE on AW, whatever they are painted, photographed ... Love the comparison with human beings !!Ropati Leaso-Cobb 07 Jun 2012
Love this dedication to the floral beauties that inspire us....lovely work Ben!!