I Don't Like Receiving Flowers
"I Somehow See What's Beautiful in Things That are Ephemeral" Digest Prompt

I don't like receiving flowers
Still, I accept, and my mood will start to lift
For they are an endearing gift
But I know their liveliness will start to shift
Because slowly into death they begin to drift
Give it a week, and the petals sag
The buds close, and the leaves hardly hold on
Give it another and the joy is gone
The head is rotten, and the stems are dead
As the color fades
The third week passes, and few remain
Colorless and dull, the water's drained
And the smell is unsustained
In the first moments, the petals are strong
The buds rise like dawn, and the leaves are up and wide
In the first hours, the head is high
The stems full of life and with brilliant colors
They continue to hold
In the first days, bold and attractive as gold
Put in water, and their scent, fresh and sweet
Elegantly poised to make the arrangement complete
I don't like receiving flowers
But when I do, I love the sight
The fresh smell and bright colors will always delight
Even though I know the flowers may die,
Still, I will love them, even when they're no longer beautiful in my eyes
