The dank petals on the flowers,
Usually let the sunrays,
Absorbs the aqua...

Yet the water droplets,
Seem to resist the sun,
On the long florid flower petals,
As it glitters through out the, Garden

As through it was a shining Star...

As people walked through the Garden,
Seeking throughout the flowers,
All the flowers blended in,
As a blur...

Until they glimpsed,
At that silky florid flower...

People seemed to cherish it,
As if it were there favorite...

Time passed by,
And it seemed as the florid flower,
Is old news...

Everyone swarms to the garden yet, Pasts the poor florid flower,

The more the florid flower is Ignored,
The more it looks parched up...

No flowers last forever...

A few days passed,
A new flower grown in place...
Will it have the same old story, That the poor old Florid flower, Had?