The Jabberwock

When a flower dies, the whole world goes into fate.

“One more loss,” they say, as the wind sways away.

Tick,

Tock,

Tick,

Goes the clock, trying to make the flower stick. 

But it doesn’t…

When a flower dies, everyone weeps in its loss. 

Floods of tears cover up the moss. 

World turns gray, because the flower never seems to stay.

Saying goodbye as it goes away.

The heart of loved ones turns to stone.

As the soul of the flower is left nothing but bone.

When a flower dies,

We put it in a grave so it lies.

Resting in its blessing as we all wear black.

For the love for the flower, oh! There was no lack

Processing the memories left behind 

So we can have it in our mind

“This happens for a reason” 

No need for teasing!

As the flower dies 

We weep and cry

To hear no reply,

Not even a sigh

As we say goodbye

To the flower that died.