A withering Flower

See that dry flower

Hanging alone in the garden;

Bearing the snow showers

Losing out on its petals and colors

Its days are nearing an end

And the fragile flower does bend

Thinking of the days of its youth

Which were joyous and smooth

It was RADIANT with shades

And all hearts it did raid

But happiness does not last long

And soon arrived the days of funeral songs

It was becoming pale and Grey

But isn't that life, pray.

Glory and happiness always ends

Bringing with it life's dreary bends

But the rain and thunderstorms do die down

Giving way to the rainbow

that the sky does wear as a crown

New life always follows any end;

New hopes and aspirations that the Almighty does send