Crush

Heavy raindrops destroy tiny petals
Giver of life, taker of loveliness
Delicate by design, lacking mettle
Powerful victims of their prettiness
And there are no drowning cries of duress
Painless, graceful, a natural event
Pinned down, earthy ground seeks no forgiveness
Its brown blood stained splatter, heaven sent
Proud rose, rare lily, distant hyacinth
Your borrowed beauty betrayed by ego
Facing the tempest, to your detriment
Splendor betrayed by that which makes you grow
A garden full of blossoms rarely suits
One who knows that beauty is in the roots