a flower's tears

like the flower in Spring

petals in their brilliant colors

display. the leaves are a vibrant 

green and loam at its rooted feet is

dark, from moist of morning’s dew

in Spring she used to be like this

when she’d look my way and would

on occasion seem to be fawning making 

me feel like that flower of Spring

but Autumn comes, some call it Fall,

and colors change to crimson and

russet, although still brilliant in the

aesthetic way yet changing their colors,

a different beauty in their display

she sees me now in my Autumn attire, 

knowing Spring still is her favorite color,

she looks no longer at me the way she used
to but now at another flower whose colors 

of Spring catch her eyes

i am that flower your eyes no longer, of me, see
a sentient being with love in my heart and when 
my Autumn colors now displayed, you look away

and so my petals droop, my leaves fall to my side, 
the heaviness of falling dew, are my tears for you