Nature’s Moral Stories VII


Among flowers and leaves,

seizing the day is plain to see.

To radiate and exude beauty while can

if can, when can-

C’est la vie!

Some blooms bear thorns;

Some blooms stays all year long.

But their colors which tell where they’re from;

Make them vulnerable to pickers, to lovers.

to suckers—appreciation gone wrong!

Foliage in green

are dutiful to their trees;

Owing it to sun, their greatest benefactor.

So when fall comes, in gold and brown

to the ground they belong.

Beauty has the worst mortality rate

in this very physical world;

followed by vigor.