When flowers bloom
Many groom to be grooms
Working their magics
To get their nectars

Only few seriously need
And dedicate themselves to a flower
Hoping to water into fruition
Hoping their fruits ripe to feed
For their seedlings to continue its cycle

Many hover to steal
With no water to nurse for replacement
Many boldly sit to drain
Hoping for crowns of championships
Many hide to take
As though hell is on their chase
And others nurse into seedling
And bolt with the speed of lightning
For the flower to face the weathers alone

Flowers with eyes look
Flowers with ears listen
Flowers with only mouths are at risk
It’s a time for great care
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

9 thoughts on “WHEN FLOWERS BLOOM

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.