Blooms; a trilogy of Poem

1.Blooms

Pretty heads nodding
A field of colours
each seem to glorify
God's mighty hands
in its creation
Behold the Glory of God

2. Blooming

Distant single shriek
A lone woman approaches
Picked the prettiest
cutting neatly the stems
Bundling beauty on a bouquet
Armloads of decapitations

3. Bloomed

Held by solemn followers
of a slow winding cortège
Slowly wilting on pained hands
Spread on the ground
Where man says goodbye
As is, as was, as always,
dust to dust.