Two Yellow Flowers

This poem is another one that I wrote because I had to, but I'm glad Brit. Lit. made me write things because I probably wouldn't have thought of this on my own. We had to pick a painting or photograph and then write a poem about it. As you can probably tell by the title I picked a photograph of 2 yellow flowers that someone took and gave to me once.

The picture of the yellow flowers
You took for me so long ago
Reminds me of their quiet peace
While the world rushed on we stood
Still like the beauty of those two flowers
The wind blew hard, but they just held
Each other firm and strong and happy
Their roots were entwined together always
Rain covered not only one, but both
Then smiled in the sun
Their innocent bliss didn't last forever like
Their imaginations dreamed
Instead you plucked one from the ground,
The other's roots still holding on
And scattered in the wind.