Seeds sprinkle over the lands
Sunlight hits
Water falls
And it begins
The formation of beauty
Starting small
Ripe and green
Thick roots take over
Becoming stronger
Buds form
Petals blossom
Creating colorful patterns
They stand solely for themselves
Until wind blows
Sun dries out
Slowly they crumble
Weaken in every place
Wilt
No longer vibrant
Petals fall
No strength left
Roots shrivel up
And green turns brown
The cycle is over
But anew awaits
