A bright flower

A bright flower

By Kgobalale Peter Moruthane

Too bright;
It is;
Red, red and red;
Any one passing next to it;
Have to take a look;
Anyone passing next to it;
Have to touch;
So bright;
It is a bright flower.

It is beside others;
They are also bright;
But not like it.

Everybody wants this rose;
All people want to touch it;
They even want to take it;
Take it to where they stay;
So that they can see it every day;
So that they can smell it every day;
And so that they can touch it everyday.

It is a bright flower;
One day the owner came;
It was in the morning;
Carrying water to water it;
She was surprised;
The flower was yellow in colors;
She was sad;
Because it was due to die.

The owner realized something;
There is only one thing;
That is making this flower;
To be like that;
People loved it;
They touched it;
And they also smelled it.

At the end of the day;
The flower was dead;
No more red roses;
No more bright colors;
But dead;
And it was removed from other.