Death, Reborn

Petals blooming

Stems extending

Rushing toward the sun

Water gushing, ignoring that

They all will soon be none

They know not now

That they will lose

the light, and live in shade

They know not now

That they will wilt

Their petals crashing down

The ground consumes

Those stems retreat

New seeds, and roots, will form

New life, from old, is made

They do not mourn, they don't know how

They're always looking up

They do not mourn, they don't know how

Flowers cannot frown