Wilted

The wilted flowers died upon the shelf
Dry stems rotted from lack of liquid kiss
Hidden within their roots no one could tell
Which parts were damaged. No one reminisced
About the fields where they once danced and swayed
To nature's music under marbled skies
Of blues and brights which never seemed to fade
Even when the flowers were bound and tied
The empty field remains with leaves around
From falls that come with every passing tear
And flowers that bloomed upon sacred ground
Will not be growing anyhwere near here
Just keep those shriveled petals free from rain
Until they have no chance of being saved