BLUE FLOWER
Up on a hill where the skies are grey,
A lonesome blue flower swayed and lay,
Its petals wilted, its spirits low,
A melancholic scene for sure.
The bloom, once teeming with vitality,
Unblemished, an azure beauty to see,
Its tired crown now hung so low,
As dewdrops weep and freely flow.
The wind mourns with each and every breath,
As the flower inches closer to its death.
Nevermore to bask in the sun’s warm embrace,
Like many, its journey has come to an end.
So, let us mourn this flower blue,
And bid adieu to this beauty, rare and true.
For in its passing, a lesson to be learned,
That beauty fades, but life will carry on.
© 2023 Hadiza Bagudu
