Are we all not seeds in a universe of mystery?

Brought into existence by those that came before

A soul is born

Start with nothing, how do we grow?

See

Smell

Taste

Touch

Through these tools, thoughts begin to sprout

Smile

Cry

Laugh

Scream

Love

We begin to experience emotions

How can these impossible essences exist?

Invisible

Odorless

Tasteless

Intangible

Yet able to be felt

Impossible and yet essential

Our lives begin to blossom

Each experience, compounds us, complicating ourselves

The Bad

The Good

Confidence in our time spent growing

The petals of the flower move confidently through the air

A declaration of Self

Life!

A glorious climax, we are at the height of our potential

Infinite possibilities!

Time

The equalizer of everything

 The flower blooms to its fullest, for a merely a moment

It’s all downhill from here

Decay begins to set in

Our time is coming to a close

What will happen?

The Unknown, understood only by those that are gone

All hope is not yet lost, life is not over

There are seeds yet left to grow