We stare at its beautyIts lingering haunting essence;It consumes us.But then suddenly in what feels like a flashThere is a jarring movement--And all that remains in the surrounding grassIs a sad lone stalk.This pitiful headless flower,Which once resided, peacefully,Beautifully,Effortless in its grace;A head of perfect petalsWith a core which links them companionablyAnd emits a sweet fragranceWhich we trust.A few minutes ago I stroked those petalsAnd smelt that familiar smellAs i marvelled at its apparently solid coreThen you pushed past and snatched it awayIn your eagerness to cherish itYou pulled too tightAnd headless, its beauty fades.You crushed its pretty petals brutallyWhat was sweet is now cloying.I watch aghast, tears streamingWhile you gaze at a neighbouring flower.A different flower;A pretty little daisy.So enraptured are you with the new;Not realising that many of the same are around;You do not even noticeThe crushed petals of our friendshipIn the dead rose on the floor.
