Cut Flowers

Cut flowers wilt and fade
but they forever resonate
with life even in desication.

For their lives still exist
somehow, they still have
purpose and meaning.

Their colors so vivid
their meaning so strong
their memory of the sun so real.

For the sun still shines
and the dying flowers know
they retain its power.

They continue to open
even as they lose strength
it is their dying wish to bloom.

Even as their pollen dust
falls unused and unrecieved
by nature it echos with the living.

We can let words fall like pollen
we know their source never
recedes; it is infinite.

A poem is like a cut flower
it beatifies and lives on
even when is creator is gone.