a brave flower.

a seed planted in dirty soil,
gets a little water && sunlight,
sprouts small but lively,
all alone this seed tries to live.

one year conditions are great,
this little sprout grows and grows,
all he is is a stem of green,
but he always strives for more.

one lovely spring,
he grows bud and wishes
his mother was there to say,
"oh! my little boy is growing up!"

slowly and proudly this stem grows flowers,
beautiful blooming flowers,
for all to see,
awesome colors spread in his petals.

but darkness comes,
like it does everyday,
and his petals close to be safe,
but winter comes quickly freezing his sepals close.

he is dying,
in this dark cold time,
he is dying all alone,
just like he started.

morning arrives,
he tries to become alive,
but all he has are dying petals,
and a weak stem.

he is dying,
all alone,
just as his life began.