The beautiful, little flower sat upon the hill,
Surrounded and protected by the other plants,
Its vibrant colours, a calling to others.
Pilgrimage of animals, day by day,
To worship- to bask in its glory.
It still stands there, with all its pride.
Living beautifully everyday, spreading joy to everyone.
But then one day it realized, that someday that time will come,
When it will have to wither, and will slowly have to die,
It did not want to lose its beauty, nor did it want to disappear.
The flower wanted to continue,
To be worshiped and idolized for its looks,
It still stands there, with all its pride.
Living beautifully everyday, spreading jo to everyone.
The flower finally realized what it had to do,
The little flower began to absorb,
All the nutrients from everything around,
Everything that used to live around that little flower,
Began to lose energy and started to wither away,
It still stands there with all its greed,
Living beautifully everyday, taking joy from everyone.
Then one day, everything died.
From malnutrition- the little flower's ambition,
Drove everything to die- the only remnants within the flower,
Now there is a desert- a lone flower in the sands,
The flower too will one day dry and die,
It stands therem with all its greed,
Living beautifully everyday but for nobody to enjoy.
Surrounded and protected by the other plants,
Its vibrant colours, a calling to others.
Pilgrimage of animals, day by day,
To worship- to bask in its glory.
It still stands there, with all its pride.
Living beautifully everyday, spreading joy to everyone.
But then one day it realized, that someday that time will come,
When it will have to wither, and will slowly have to die,
It did not want to lose its beauty, nor did it want to disappear.
The flower wanted to continue,
To be worshiped and idolized for its looks,
It still stands there, with all its pride.
Living beautifully everyday, spreading jo to everyone.
The flower finally realized what it had to do,
The little flower began to absorb,
All the nutrients from everything around,
Everything that used to live around that little flower,
Began to lose energy and started to wither away,
It still stands there with all its greed,
Living beautifully everyday, taking joy from everyone.
Then one day, everything died.
From malnutrition- the little flower's ambition,
Drove everything to die- the only remnants within the flower,
Now there is a desert- a lone flower in the sands,
The flower too will one day dry and die,
It stands therem with all its greed,
Living beautifully everyday but for nobody to enjoy.
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