What can I say about
The Flower. The
Flower is perfection
In every sense of the
Word. The Flower
Blooms in the sun
And glistens in the
Moon. The Flower,
Coated in dew, sparkles
Gloriously. The Flower
Is a beautiful pink by
Day, and a deep purple
By night. The Flower
Feeds the butterfly's and
The bees. The Flower
Embodies Nature itself.
Yet the Flower has one
Fault. It will die.
The Flower will die
Someday. Even in all of
Its glory, it will meet its
End. It will decay until
There is nothing left. No
Beauty, no splendor,
No glistening dew.
The same goes with
Humans, oh foolish
Creatures. We view
Ourselves as perfection,
But our majesty shall not
Last. We will cease to
Breath, and our body's
Shall meet the earth in
Eternal slumber. Then,
Our beauty will be over,
And with it, our memory.
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