A flower falls from the sky who knows where it comes from
Just know it's the most beautiful flower you have ever seen
Beyoncé has nothing to say to this flower nor can Mona Lisa Tell it she was a better work of art
the idea of god might even one day cower at this flower  
The smell is a transforming one into anything
whatever you like it can be
So as this flower falls
the closer it gets to the world we live in
the more it's beauty fades away from the mere sight of the world
When it finally touched the ground it has forgotten what it was
to become ugly in every sense of the word
It's views are blurred
It starts to **** itself further
Yes this is you
Now the flower did not have a choice where it fell to
but It did chose to fall victim to it