Audacious Sacrifice

Plastic plants and flowers are few of the most distasteful human-inventions.

Their artificiality deceives the eyes
With its color and form
Its distant gloss and glamour
Are nothing but lies.

When you come close enough,
You uncover the deception -
That there is form,
But no power.
No scent.
No life.

They live a lifetime.
They are evergreen.
Always glittering with dew and glorious sheen.

They makes me shudder.
Because these fakes are too independent.
They are broken from the source of nature -
Sunlight, Water, Nutrition, Air
Its plastic body blocks out every exterior factor.
They seem to insist,
"I need no help.
I am strong.
I can make it on my own."

Being lies themselves,
The most deceived are themselves.
Because they think they have life,
They can life.
Truth is,
They are dead on the inside.
They have nothing.

Live flowers and plants
Express the very miracle of creation.
They boast a phenomenon
No scientist can recreate with what men can make;
Nothing else except gaudy prickly fakes

The real ones die.
Their death is sweet.
Because they know when they lay down their lives,
Life will resurrect them very soon
They are confident about their rebirth,
A seasonal renewal.
At every death,
They only return
More glorious;
More victorious.

They dare to lay down their lives.
They admit their limitations.
They know how to let go and let Nature in,
Because they place their total faith
Not in what they can make
But the one who makes.