Pretty Depressing Flowers.

A guy in my CW class said that there are generally two types of free verse: Look at the pretty flowers, and I'm so depressed. This is the result. To be read tongue-in-cheek.

Look at the pretty flowers!
The roses that caught their first breath of spring
And spread their petals for joy.
The tulips bending their stems like gymnasts,
Ever stretching towards the light.
The white skies of daisies
Sprinkled with galaxies of suns.
Gathered into a bouquet bursting with brilliant hues
But the tips have begun to turn brown
And the flowers are pulling their petals in
Hugging them close to the stems
Before they dry up and flutter to the ground
To be crushed underfoot and forgotten
A fading echo of the beauty of yesterday
Swallowed up in the silence of Death.
I'm so depressed.