The vase of glass
Eventually could have broken
Anytime.
It’s OK, if it broke now and here!
It’s OK, if it couldn’t be
Put together and saved,
As Flowers so loved
Would still be there.
Pointed, sharp and deadly
Pieces of glass would surely splinter
It wouldn’t, however,
Shade the alluring vibrance
It wouldn’t even
Dent the charming fragrance,
Of the flowers withstood to dare!