Life’s flower

She starts out a tiny bud. All compressed into a small little green dear 

In days color show ;pink, yellow, or red faintly appear 

What seems like moments go by, and it opens shyly 

Deep, rich, color stretch upward and onward highly

She peeks in all her glory stretched to the Limit with Beauty Beyond Compare

She looks like an angel bright  light most Fair

In what seems like a moment, her petals begin to droop

One by one, her petals Begin to Fall ;around her stem in a giant Loop

No petals left,  she is just a stem. The petals below begin to wither and decay

Winter comes and we see a Green bud next May