The Bouquet

I was inspired one day
To realize that
Life is like a flower,
It starts off green,
And in the womb of the stem;
The mother of us all.
Over time with love,
Water,
And sunlight
Our lives bloom
And right in the middle,
When we realize what the
Purpose is,
We wilt.
And slowly begin to waste away
Because since we know the secret
We are done,
And we must make room for the next.
Someone asked me,
“then what about the people who die suddenly?”
And I said
“well, those are just the
Really pretty flowers
That god picked first for a bouquet.”