It started as a seed
A drop of water
it sprouts
Roots grips clumps of dirt
Growing little by little
Just a leaf
Then a stem
A bud appears
Slowly opens
A flower!
So crisp and sweet
Whiter then a cloud
A single drop
A ruby drop
So bright and yet so dark
it drips from petal to petal
leaving a trail
dying each petal as it goes
another drop
then another'
soon its hole world is covered
In a Crimson stain