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.


By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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