I watch a flower
Grow every morning
It rises high into the sky
Blooming with life
By noon, you see it fully bloomed
With life everywhere but there
Every person sees it
Everyday upon a rising hill
When you go across the world
It is still there
Blooming with life
I am sad when it dies
Every night
No longer blooming with life
Only replaced with dirt and rocks
But in the morning it will be reborn
Again and again
