I've caught it!
I’ve felt the blossoms in the spring
To lose it would be dreadful.
To have to leave would be like keeping the bees away!

Emotions of colors, variations of patterns to keep
We grasp on so hard not realizing the flower is wilting
Tears is the only thing keeping the once vibrant flower alive

Why can’t you let go?
Why can’t you let it die?
Is it not crueler to keep it?
Is it not punishing to halt it’s fate?
So why not just let the flower wilt away?