A flower blooms,
and eventually wilts.
It's scent and colours
gone.
A baby grows,
and later on dies.
It's laughter and dreams
forgotten.
Life will happen,
and living will come.
But death too,
will be.
Perhaps a flower;
blossom
into a
miracle
Perhaps a human;
born
into an
inevitable death.
Hey world :) I hope you enjoyed this, and that you're proud of me for not updating this a hundred years later than my latest update! Talk to you soon <3
