The broken flower;
it lies.
It is crying for oxygen,
water,
just one chance to regain it's beauty.
Although it cries,
the world around it sits
and watches it fall.
It waits for the rain.
It waits for the sun.
But all that broken flower is given...
Night and snow.
Occurrences that split those petals,
into millions,
like a crushed heart,
are all that that flower has to rely on.
It hopes that the ice would melt,
transform into water.
But happiness for that flower
is lost at this point.
And as it breaks
it falls
straight to the ground,
wishing that the seasons could disappear,
and summer would forever take it's path.
Impossible.
But that's what makes it so beautiful to watch.
The suffering has ended for that
broken flower.
Death is life's only true happiness.