Bouquet

The Daisy

As I glance at the daisy

slowly wilting away in a vase

I examine

the intricate, designed

fragile petals

The perfect arrangement

Which was all by nature's design

The stem once attached to the growing, moving earth

now floating around in some kitchen water

soaking up the purified water

after bathing the rain;

Here it serves a purpose

but only one;

a decoration

just another ornament

to flourish my dull bedroom

While, when he was outside

he was apart cosmos

serving in the circle of life

worms feeding on his roots, sun kissing his petals

to attract the bees which would pollinate the world

Looking gorgeous while doing all his little jobs

but once he was plucked

he was relieved of his services

And I think to myself,

Did we do him a favor,

or a disservice