About a week ago
I picked a flower
I pulled it
out of the ground
it gave me a sense
of power.

It was pretty and
so fragile
not ready to be
dead
but in my hand
was laying
just its lovely head

The colours were
luminous
yellow mixed with
green.
It was one of the
prettiest plants
I had ever seen

It gave me joy
and sheer excitment
for a day or two
then it started dying
and green turned into blue.

See I learned I
killed a flower
without any rationality
happy for an hour
is a completely wrong
mentality