A flower is always so gorgeous

Always so perfect

Always glowing

When it rains, it grows stronger

Gains the confidence to hold its head up high

When it snows, the frigid, bitter flower wilts away

To glide on past this world

Yet it still appears to be beautiful

Throughout its undeserved, murderous death

The tragic marvel's passing

Is a victory for those who despise the flower

But a tremendous loss for all those

Who held onto the life of the flower

When they couldn't hold onto their own

Who treasured the purest of life