The flower and the tower: A poem

People surround you, the flower
Like the butterflies in spring
While I stand, a solitary tower
All alone in a lonely hill

I watch you and tears rush by
As I would never be your like
To have so much friends
That you have ones you would dislike

Then one day when the time was dark
When there was no sun for awhile
You went all down, all to dust
Then I saw that you have but died

Then the people went in line
To the new flower that came up
Without even a glimpse to your side
They surround the new one, all up

Then I knew there was joy indeed
To be a solitary tower
Than to have friends for a while
And have them disappear in a shower

-Jan @jahnavigouri

Hi dears, how are you all doing? I was a bit busy with many obligations of my life that I was not able to post anything for a long time. This is a poem that I wrote about how we compare ourselves to others without actually knowing the reality of things. Remember the grass always looks greener on the other side but it is rarely true. I hope you would like it ♥️