As wild as my heart.

A flower state's it's cause through beauty and whithers at a precise time, yet a mountain never stated anything but a vicariously hardened climb, for I might find the paths all level, to reach then highs I know For when in heights amongst them all, I'll know my time to go,
A flower never sheltered may be as wild as my heart- although I am as tamed as time processing every part, I too may whither in the grounds of a life that's lived more furtherent by my skin, and once the shadows come to rest, I know I'll lay with him, So death is the consistency that practically keeps the heart in tact For when we leave behind all things we're buried that's a fact,
Although with timely flowers death We part most ways within a bin, And never speak another word nor cry a tear where beauty lies, for a flower, is just a flower When it dies.
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I really like the ideas here, comparing the beauty of a flower to the beauty of a mountain, a mountains timelessness, our limited time just like the flower. Really appreciated this 🌻
Thank you so much sweetheart 😊🌹