My poem (critiques are welcome)
Lilies
Beautiful flowers that live in harmony and beauty—shall you let me adore it? ‘Tis the day I stare endlessly into the might of your bountiful elegance.
Flowers, plants, and trees all have beauty. A truth that deserves to be acknowledged and cared for—perhaps that will be my sole purpose.
To be careless—is to be heartless… and I cannot bear either. Every minute detail in life deserves the utmost care—including plants.
My life will be filled with achievements of my own accord, not one of a sea of regrets. The world’s beauty comes in a multitude of ways—may it be rocks, air, or the very essence of life—none shall be treated with disregard.
In the end—I ask myself if my devotion is misplaced. Do I have the answer? I have naught. What should I do in the end…