HINDSIGHT #75 Dead Flowers

Blooming with great sunshine, the light allows a constant flow of energy. Centered within it’s che growing firm and colorful with great life. Intention to scatter love across where it’s planted.

Picked from the soil and made in a bouquet. Taken from it’s peaceful settlings into a world unknown. If taken with good intentions, it’s life can be extended with love and care.

If given in a dark state, it’s place aside withering away no warnings to beware. Slowing dying, no food, no water only oxygen keeping its color that’s slowly fading. Brittle and shaving piece by piece in representation to what it intend.

Frail and gone, no life left with the leaves, fallen from a soulless stick. The picker of the flowers want to see happiness where it don’t exist.

Dead Flowers are the signs of the end and a new beginning elsewhere if the picker chooses such or keep beinging a flower killer, wasting precious flowers blossom for something not to there.

The Urban Psalmist