Fallen Flowers

Upon the sidewalk after rain

Are flowers, fallen from the strain

Imposed by stormy winds and water’s weight.

The chimes of chance have changed their fate.

Where once the flowers blossomed bright,

They’ve come to occupy a mud-stained plight.

Aloof, our footsteps undermine

And crush the dreams their lives define.

Yet still, their colors grace the sidewalk’s grain,

Downtrodden souls whose rays of hope remain.

 

Here's another poem about the flowers that line the streets and sidewalks as I walk outside. In this case, I was inspired by the flowers that have fallen to the ground after a storm, which are then crushed beneath the shoes of pedestrians. It made me think of the people we may not see as we walk through life, but who are nevertheless affected by the choices we make and the ways in which we live.