Delicate

The sunkissed flower is abloom, flourishing in the soft warmth, 
Pollinated by the selfless creature that flew 
Into an undisclosed world, beautifully unaware
Of the ephemerality of her survival.
Nature is innocent, its beauty raw and honest,
But the power that settles over it, like a dark shadow
Is waiting.
While our flourishing is timeless,
Nature is waiting to be tainted
By misuse and the force of its inhabitants; 
where is our love?

Kindness, dripped in sweet honey
Is delicate.
The dainty petals that radiate hope
Droop when their sun is no longer there to protect them
But to painfully tear them apart.
They’re captured, one by one,
Until the seeds of growth are left exposed,
Bleeding until there is nothing 
Left to flourish.
Where is our love?

The shield of peace and purity
Become weapons,
Sharp to the touch;
No longer the soft delicacy they once were.
Ruin and despair,
 Our love vanished.

​​Nicole