its soul is taken away from its root, its no more connected to its soil of birth.
we love its fruits, but the grim reaper has removed its artistry from the earth.
stripped of its delicacy, allure.
its happiness poisoned by death right to the core.

those array of colors begin to lose brightness.
a glimpse at its surroundings seems much finer.
its energy repels your stare.

the death of a flower.

the same ground that gave birth to it starts to expel the lifeless flower like a mother who no longer has a desire for her own child.
birds & bees are no longer attracted to this wasted flower.

it craved water and we denied it.
a bit of liquid could’ve keep it alive.
but we ignored it. we paid more attention to the beauty around it.

from its seeds a new flower grows, and the breathless flower says its last farewells. its time to go. the beginning & the end.

the soul of a dying flower sings its final melody, a song heard by understanding ears.
but nobody cares.
red exudes from its petals, for a dying flower these are burning tears.

a human being on this planet lives this life.
this is the story of a dying flower.