The seed of birth,
goes into the ground,
as seasons change it turns around.
It grows through the peaceful rain,
It sucks up the blissful water like its going down the drain.
To grow into a flower of such beauty and pleasant being.
The flowers life is deceiving.
As it grows it secretly knows that it live wilts away and there it goes.
The colors once so radiant, so pure and full of life drupe and sag.
The peddles seem to drag as the flower holds onto its life.
Darkness is slipping in the peddles turn black, as it slowly dies away back into the earth where it lays no more the once proud beautiful flower that stood so providence, and now is down buried in the ground to blume no more.
