Weeping Beauty

"creep oh flowers creep" says the beauty as she weeps.The birds in the near bushes flee with the aura of a broken Queen.Her hands are bruised by thorns for picking the flowers life owns. Some keep dropping for her hands are full but she keeps picking them up like a fool.To the whirlwind nature dances and so the trees and her dress do not take chances.She is cursing all her pain,singing a sad song and soon her words will fade into a loud sob. She weeps ,she weeps and weeps "Oh when life uses its whip"