A grassy plain,
dotted with beautiful flowers.
Look closely, look closely.
There you'll see
a decaying flower.
The decay did not wait
for the flower to bloom.
It did not wait
for the perfect time.
It set its jaws.
And captured the budding flower.
The flower, not entirely helpless,
gave up hope on itself.
It gave up all that it had.
It succumbed to the darkness
that wanted to devour it whole.
Now you'll see, a decaying flower maybe.
Woe to the the unshed beauty,
the full capabilities of the little flower.
It is now no more, no more.