They bloom

They fall

They grow to die

We torture them

We kill them slowly in a vase of water like they aren't alive

Petals fall as a stage of life completes itself

Yet no one notices

No one care

They struggle against the wind

And fall in the ice of winter

They fight against the animals all night

And us each day

I suppose that makes us animals too

They live as long as nature wants

Or as long as we allow

As we play God

They find life in the most barren places

And still try to survive

We think we can control life and death

Break the precious balance

And take

We kill all the time

But no one blinks an eye

So today my thoughts go to them

All the flowers we killed.