They promote patience and virtue
Dedication and love
They gift you with sweet scents and colors
Some of them bigger than others
Perfumated and sweet
With soft or rigid textures
Elegantly presented all the time
Vain among many species
They all grow from your hands to the earth
They can give you hours of moments or days
Even some months
And they die at the price of time
Wilted with delay after giving so much
Like taking their magic away
But the sadness doesn't advocate for long
They always come back by the hand they are given
If you wait a little bit more
The poem to bloom will come back

Flores para la Vida