In nature’s embrace, sorrows find a home

With the gentle breeze, my emotions roam,

 

I picked roses for you by fingers oblivious to thorns

Kept between pages of the book and mourned.

 

A field of sunflowers is a smile curving on your lips,

Unfortunately, the smile made an apocalypse.

 

Bluebells are melancholic and represent sadness,

Making my tears dry, numb and into madness

 

Red poppies' fiery blooms,

Unleashes thunder within, a cyclone’s gloom

 

For even in sadness, as the flowers may wane,

Hope they bloom with the gentlest of rain.