A Little Bud

A little bud,
Longs for the day it will be a flower,
The day its petals will spread,
And all say twas its finest hour,
Little does it know,
That beauty comes with a price,
That when it opens up to follow the sun,
The gardener shall pluck it,
And put it on a table,
Slowly to die,
To reminisce on its life,
And wish it had remained,
A little bud.

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  11 comments for “A Little Bud

  1. April 7, 2011 at 12:42 pm

    short and to the point just like a cup of cappuccino.I like.

  2. April 7, 2011 at 2:29 pm

    Love it…

  3. April 7, 2011 at 2:33 pm

    Thanks .. :-)

  4. April 7, 2011 at 6:40 pm

    So delicately beautiful!

    I sense symbolism but I can't tell exactly what you are alluding to; so many possibilities…

  5. April 7, 2011 at 9:58 pm

    endless possibilities.. :-) Thanks for stopping by

  6. April 13, 2011 at 3:34 pm

    Awwww but how sad :(

  7. April 13, 2011 at 3:51 pm

    how very sad.. :-/

  8. Mo
    April 18, 2011 at 2:33 pm

    That's a risk one has to take, stay forever in the shadows or stand out and risk having your head lopped off. Hmmm. I pick the latter.

    iLIKE.

  9. April 18, 2011 at 2:44 pm

    iLike? like iPod? hmm :-) thanks for reading though… spread the word..

  10. July 4, 2011 at 4:46 pm

    Short and sweet…the optimist i am see that the bud reincarnates…set out for a new journey!!!

  11. July 27, 2011 at 10:26 am

    I like this. Interesting. :)

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