Flower

I spring.

From a closed home,
awoke I,
stone cold.

I cling, parched.
Drink! He says,
and life is brought to me.
from above.

He asks me to love Him,
so I brought forth aroma.
I spread myself wide for the sun,
but also for Him to enjoy my beauty.

And His warm hand came down upon me
with a loving stroke
he grabbed me, and

severed.