Fallen Petals Can Bloom
Chances only come if you make them
A forgotten rose is always found by the wayside,
And nobody seems to realize how often these slide.
One little petal may not make much of a difference now,
But you can't have a flower without playing until the bow.
Each and every day petals can be found everywhere you look,
They are sitting in churches, forests, and ever so often in a dry little brook.
Just because one little petal flies away doesn't mean its the end of the day,
There is always a tomorrow to shine forth another way.
So pick up that blossom and let the petals fly,
For nothing is stopping them, not even the sky.
About the Creator
Toby Heward
Creativity is boundless. We are gardeners that bring forth these fruits of wonder. Nature is my passion and I love to help readers see the stories with their own eyes through my works. Whether its poems, fact, or fiction I bring it to life.
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Comments (2)
aw, beautiful.
Beautify the Earth one petal at a time! Great poem, Toby!