They once lied on a bed of dead flowers.
Eyes closed and breathing slow,
Hands held onto the petal, as they slowly became dust.
Still holding on. For so many reasons,
Their hair became roots into the ground
Just to stay alive.
Their limbs covered in the flowers they held.
Breathe gave life to the dead things around
Wrinkled old trees loomed over, protecting them from the techno ruined world.
Animals took distance out of respect
It. It was so peaceful as nature watched in awe.
The giver of life
Slowing becoming what they always looked after.
A flower. A simple little flower
Barley able to photosynthesize, just making enough.
Just enough.
Tears fell as the ground swalled them up,
They once lied on a bed of dead flowers
But those flowers lived once again.
