I AM A BEAUTIFUL FLOWER

I am a flower, yes

I am a beautiful flower

I am that beautiful flower

Which chooses to wither in time

Than be scattered into pieces with no shred of dignity

After my blooming

 

I may use my eyes to see beautiful things

And beautiful places

I may use my scent to dazzle critic noses

I may use my mouth to say beautiful things

Or things that may free me

I may use these ears to hear heavenly things

Which will make or unmake me

I may use my beautiful colour to paint a beautiful

Scenery for my surrounding

I may open my hands in the warm sun

To glorify my maker and be caressed

By a generous breeze  which has no motive

And by the time age brings withering to my doorstep,

I may have loved, seen and felt pampered by nature

 

So I will not allow myself to be scattered

Yes, I am a flower

I am that beautiful flower

Which chooses not to be scattered

By a destructive storm draped in a nice breezy air

I choose to live to the fullest.

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2014.

 

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