The beginning of a life,
Falling towards the dank ground.
With a new hope,
It's safe and sound.
Protection on top,
The dirt it's new bed,
This beautiful blossom,
The color, blood red.
The evening quite warm,
The air a soft drizzle.
The families inside,
Get close and cuddle.
The seed is alone,
In the new air,
It will become known
To the world out there.
The year is now over,
Outdoors a bit cold,
The cool little flower
It's now a year old.
It can't feel its petals,
It needs to be fed.
The old little flower,
The color, blood red.
Its life is soon ending,
It needs to make peace,
But it's not comprehending
What that will soon mean.
So as it begins
to droop its small head,
The poor little flower,
The color, blood red.
*Written By: Me! (0.111111111111% Assistance By: dannowilliams50)*
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