Folly

Every petal has a story,

A story it wants to tell.

Every flower has a value

Too precious that to sell.

From budding green it seeks to fight

For sun and water and greatest height.

Towering friends to reach its might

To reign alone in darkest plight.

Day to day it breeds its gloom

Leading friends to impending doom

Unknown actions from internal form

For petals to droop in stupor forlorn.

All this work to reach so high

Only to get clipped for the human eye

Ripped from grace for one brief thrill

In that time to remember those it did kill.

Is to rise the worth of a petty fool

Or is it best to remember all?

When growing together will keep us one

For a better story when life is done.