The undying flower

Once there was a flower 
Born from a seed like any other 
Which grew but never changed it’s way 
Which bloomed yet always remained the same 
 
A seed that could bloom 
Amongst the darkness itself 
A seed that got watered 
By the tears of a goddess 
 
A flower that didn’t decide what to do 
But lived it’s life hour by hour 
A flower that didn’t foretold it’s future 
As it was not seeking for power 
 
Once there was a flower 
Born from a seed like any other 
Which despite life passing by 
Kept growing and blooming not even knowing why 
 
A seed that couldn’t stop 
Staring into the light 
A seed that got soiled 
By the hands of a god 
 
A flower that didn’t understand 
Let alone answered all questions 
A flower that didn’t searched reasoning 
Into finding how it came to exist

Once there was a flower
Born from a seed like any other
Which knew it was beautiful
Even if it didn't saw for itself how it looked 

A seed that embraced
The environment it shared
A seed that humans loved 
Cause no matter what it was always there

A flower that only rose
One that never had to say a single goodbye
A flower that after a long time
Of giving and making people smile

Asked itself when it it's time to die

(Fitting music Clint Mansell - The last man)