I was
Merely a flower.
Growing toward the heavens,
Yet reaching not even the sky.
Blooming to brighten all,
Yet now withering, darkening.

The Winds came.
I cried.
Roots that bound me
Seemed to weaken.
The soil held,
It always supported me.

The winds whispered of stars
Of the world beyond
I could reach
Only if I let go.
The lies were known;
The truth was unknown.

"Child, the beyond is death!"
The soil cried
A truth I already knew.
My thoughts curled
Around the death of staying still
Of growing old,
In this dirt, in its hold.

"O Flower, what did you do? You have gone mad!"
A voice resounded, of my god
Who nurtured me every day.

One by one, my petals flew,
I let go of what made me,
Gave up all I had to offer.

"You were meant to bloom,
And you tore yourself apart?"
My god pitied.
Even petals must fall, should they not?
Ah... madness was the essence of life.