Fields of Flowers

by ben thompson   Feb 25, 2007


A softly fallen petal, dying beauty on the ground.
Nature's course now completed, death without a sound.

Once it stood tall, with colors rich and grand.
Now the coldness beckons, it makes its final stand.
Unlike us fragile mortals, next year more flowers grow.
Sadly with us and our loved ones that is never so.

But God gives us miracles to get us through the day.
Whenever someone dies, a baby is born to play.

Old souls go to heaven, to paradise up in the sky.
Where everywhere you look flowers grow on high.

No more death or sorrow in my souls new found home.
Just glorious fields of flowers, in which I will forever roam.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Callalilly

    This is a spectaclar poem! You write beautifully, you should keep it up! who knows maybe one day you will be famous!

  • 17 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Beautifully penned and very nicely done!

  • 17 years ago

    by End Of Eternity

    But God gives us miracles to get us through the day.
    Whenever someone dies, a baby is born to play

    i just loved this stanza...its really so beautifully written indeed...keep writing

    all the best and take care

  • 17 years ago

    by debbylyn

    Nice imagery...you are a yin/yang poet aren't you? You do the very dark...and the very light...both in a unique and different way. Good job. 5/5 Debbie

  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    This is one of the most beautiful poems I have read in a long time.

    But God gives us miracles to get us through the day.
    Whenever someone dies, a baby is born to play.

    Excellent job!
    Take Care Cindy

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