Flowers.

I love flowers. I love the beautifully colored leaves. So fragile, Yet so beautiful. Maybe I'm a flower. Am I beautiful tho? I could be. I love the way the flowers lie in the grass like a hot summer day. I love the many different types of shapes and colors. Maybe we're all just flowers. Being pushed by the wind constantly. The wind is life. We struggle with many things and just keep getting pushed and pushed until we are at the end. Then that's where things end. Until we can't be pushed over and over again anymore. Until we get pushed to our limits and one more push will do us good. I don't know why I think like this. I should look on the bright side more. Is there even one? if you look hard enough, You might just find it.