How Flowers Die

Flowers

We await their arrival

Seed the soil

Water the plants

Invite bees to our garden

We nurture their buds

Walk among their fields

Inhale their bouquet 

With our children

We cut their stems

To fit our glass vases

Arrange them for the pleasure

Of a loved one

We spread their petals

Freshly plucked 

On grooms and goddesses 

In our sanctums 

We paint their colors 

Snap them with our phones

Share their pics in our feeds

To be coveted by millions

We ship them 

In containers across continents

In the dead of winter

So a girl's heart may be won

And after the bloom is off

We toss away the dry ones

Wash away the trodden

Burn the rotten

And sweep away the spotted ones

When they are done

So are we with them

Call this cosmic chakra

Or the karmic logic

Of a third eye

For we fear not

How flowers die