A Flower's Life
A flower’s life begins as a tiny seed at birth
It then buries itself, deep within the Earth
There it sleeps, in the ground
Making not a sound
Then spring comes along,
Spreading its joyous song
At last the infant seed awakes, ready to claim its bower
It slowly sprouts toward the sky, becoming a true flower
Yet all too soon King Frost arrives, beginning his wicked reign
He chases away animals and starts causing pain
Among the beautiful flowers, one cries out in woe,
In fear of Frost’s freezing sleet, ice, and snow
Now gone are the delicate petals, and gone are the sweet smells
Gone is everything the flower ever was, including the flower itself