The Stages Of Life

Our life on earth, like growing flowers

breaks ground quickly, green with youth.

Flower sprouts up, petals open

slow at first, tentative but sure.

More time passes, growing confidence,

color spreads across the way.

Soon it's standing just as tall

as others blooming 'round it near.

Its center blows seed to the wind

to plant new sprouts in fertile earth,

to urge them on the way to go.

Death's time approaches, petals wilt;

drooping, falling, one by one.

This season's time has ended, but

a new one has begun.

          I wrote this poem during my junior year in high school for a final project on poetry in my Creative Writing class. I wrote this poem to compare the short existence of a flower to our own brief lifetime.
          I enjoy writing, even though I haven't had much of a chance to do so recently. However, I plan to remedy that by putting up more entries of past and present works of mine, whether they be poetry, journal entries, scripture verses, favorite sayings, etc. I hope that some of the entries I write might help encourage others to either start writing or pick up where they left off with an old love of composition and writing.