The Sound of Flowers
(Poem on the side of the images)
Sometimes I sit and listen to the sounds of flowers
They bloom then die
When I was younger I didn’t care for flowers
So frustrated by their short lives
Who remembers after their colour fades
The sounds so casually tossed aside
These images are are inspired by Hannahs Garden.
I don’t usually write poetry, well I almost never write it, but I was inspired to write this one to go with these images. Unfortunately most people don’t understand what I’m trying to say so I probably wasn’t very successful at it. Im happy with it though.