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In Lieu of Flowers

In shades of green, beneath the sun,
A silent wish, a deed undone.
Leaves dance, the breeze their silent tune,
A melody beneath the moon.

No petals strewn, no fragrant air,
Just shadows cast without a care.
A quiet stand, a gentle plea,
In lieu of flowers, let life be.

Beneath the oak, a sapling grows,
Where whispers once, now silence flows.
A memory held in every leaf,
In lieu of flowers, a belief.

Let roots entwine, let branches sway,
In lieu of flowers, here we lay.
A testament, a silent vow,
In lieu of flowers, here and now.
The silent growth and the continuation of life
The silent growth and the continuation of life

Meaning

“In Lieu of Flowers” is a poetic reflection on choosing life and growth over traditional symbols of remembrance like flowers. It emphasizes the beauty and significance of letting nature thrive, portraying a silent plea to preserve and cherish life in its most natural form. The poem weaves a narrative around the idea that memories and tributes can take forms other than the customary, suggesting that the act of allowing a sapling to grow, or simply appreciating the dance of leaves in the wind, can be as meaningful as any bouquet.

Inspiration Behind

I was sitting by my window, watching the leaves flutter in the breeze, when this idea hit me. Flowers are beautiful, yes, but there’s something more eternal about trees, about greenery that lives on. I thought, why not a tribute that grows, that contributes to the earth? It felt like a gentle rebellion against the ephemeral, a nod to sustainability and a hug to the planet. So, I penned down these lines, hoping to capture the serenity of this thought and the profound silence of growth. It’s about finding beauty in the continuance of life, in forms that outlast us and tell stories long after we’re gone.

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