A lone posy sits up in a bone filled garden,
Its petals bright and soft defy the cold. Unbidden,
Its leaves and burgeoning tips reach into the sky,
Savoring the sun’s rays, helping its growth.
Posy buds gather around their leaves,
Waiting for the rain to feed their roots
In order to turn into a bouquet of nosegrays,
That symbolizes love, honor, prosperities
In China, but shame in Victorian England.
Still the queen has made posy bouquets a trend,
Now weddings advertise them to blend,
Fuse the various items together, while they stand
Out looking somewhere between a rose and tulip,
Regal in its stance in the bouquet or lawn.
In the park or garden, bones stick out, they fawn
Over the brittle, broken, dirty white pieces.
The opposition of life and deaths
Where the stark white of animal and human
Bones litter the ground, unseen;
Versus the beauty, color, and softness
Of the vibrantly colored petals raised in
Supplication and gratitude for such beauties.
Stunning those observing into believing
That God created such wondrous beings!
Poetry for Change 