It is like a flower.
It first emerges unexpectedly
From the ground as a bud, pushing
Its way through dirt and grime.
Holding so much potential
Between its sepals.
It starts to grow. It starts
To mature and experience
The wonders of the world.
The sun kissing its leaves,
The spectacular butterflies
It matures fast as time goes on.
Its in its prime. its roots run deep.
Stem elongates and petals blossom.
But as fast as it grew up
It starts to decline.
The wind whips the petals away,
The roots become shirvelled and plagued.
It gasps for air. It pleads for water.
It becomes desperate and unbearable.
With its last breath,it starts to brown
And begins degrading.
Its not a total loss. That flower
Gave carbon to anther one.
Another bud took its place, and
It grows even stronger. Yeah, that flower
Was full of good times, but now its time to