A flower

I picked you a flower

I found on the ground

Her stem had been broken

But nobody's around

Her head lay in grass

Bright colors on green

This prettiest of flowers

I'd ever had seen

So I picked up this flower

Versus cutting a stem

I thanked all her sisters

Then walked off from them

I came to your door

Knocked thrice, as I do

You opened the door

I gave her to you

This flower had fallen

And destined to die

Her loveliness brought

That light in your eye

So even in death

All flowers may cause

A smile on one's lips

And breath a slight pause

©johnfklee