Death Is But A Flower

Death is but a flower 
Which has left this earth, 
And gone up to the world above 
To live its life again. 
Death is but a flower 
That comes when it may, 
It comes at the oddest times 
To take our friends away. 
Death is but a flower 
There is not just one season 
For it's bloom, 
It happens at anytime, unexpectedly.
Death is but a flower 
Which is here no more, 
That is but no reason 
To forget its beauty. 
Death is but a flower 
Which will bloom again, 
To show us it's grace and beauty 
And shine above us once again.