The Flower Buds

The Flower Buds
By P. Davis ©2003

Tick, tick, tick
The sprout appears overnight
All eyes are anxious to see
That youngest bud of new life
Promising and suggesting
Dazzling brightness meant to be

Tick, tick, tick
Petals unfold their wonder
All eyes are anxious to see
The novice flower swelling
He is opening and growing
Promising blossom more fair

Tick, tick, tick
The flower at his utmost
All eyes are anxious to see
Birds and butterflies flit by
They are honoring and bowing
Paying homage to that bloom

Tick, tick, tick
The flower loses a petal
His dignity is yet preserved
He is stable and maintaining
Loving eyes anxiously watching
As his petals begin to brown

Tick, tick, tick
Day by day they lose their luster
All eyes anxiously look away
Father Time turns yellow to brown
He is maturing and aging
A mere shell of his former self

Tick, tick, tick
The bees no longer come around
Eyes anxiously watching for his fall
The butterflies have all moved on
He’s declining and tottering
Remembering his former days


Tick, tick, tock
He becomes unseen, unsung
Our eyes have anxiously watched
When the long dreaded Frost comes
Shivering and timbering
The flower at last topples

Tick, tick, tick
The young sprout appears again
All eyes are anxious to see
The youngest bud of new life
Promising and suggesting
Dazzling brightness meant to be