I think of life as a flower.
I think of life as a flower because life is short. Your childhood is just a little seedling. When you grow older into your teenage years you start to bloom a little,but not fully.
Then you become an adult. You have fully bloomed into a beautiful crimson red rose. But as you gradually get older you slowly start to darken and become weaker. You begin to wilt. You start to lose your petals until they are no more. Those petals that dropped get stiff and crumble into to dust. That dust blows away,
and new a life born.
