Like a Flower,

You Bloom,

And grow beautiful,

Your colors are exotic and extraordinary,

Your one of a kind,

Until your stem starts to dry,

The soil beneath you hardens,

You slowly fade away,

You lose your hue,

And you fall to the ground,

As there is no strength left to stand,

The ground grows over you,

And you seem forgotten,

Except for one,

This flower grows also beautiful,

She grew by your side,

When you died,

She lost every one of her petals,

And starts to decay on the inside,

Lonely,

As she stands in an open field,

She remembers how you loved her,

If only you could see her colors now…