At Birth Grows the stem, the leaves and the bud,
As babe becomes toddler, it grows from the mud.
The stem ever growing,
The leaves spreading out,
The petals appearing,
The colour comes out.
As toddler turns child the bud opens up,
The bees drink the nectar from the flowering "cup".
The stem always growing- towards the sky,
The flower brings a happiness that could never die.
As child reaches teen the flower turns dark,
The colour rebels to make its own mark.
The teen reaches adulthood,
The plant's in full bloom,
The leaves spreading out, to give it more room.
The plant stays the same for what seems a long time,
But soon it seems, to become past its prime.
Petal by petal the plant fades away,
Hearing and taste have both had their day.
Sight and smell,
Teeth and Touch,
Aspects of life start to become too much.
The flower heads back to where it was made,
The once colourful petals, starting to fade.
The flower disappears to be seen no more,
The last of its leaves, vanishes through life's back door,
Those of relation, friend or foe,
Mourn its death thinking- "Why must it go?".
Some choose to accept, whilst others don't,
Some find they can't, and other just won't.
Some feel they've lost the flower forever,
But really it looks down throughout any weather.
Always the flower will watch over you,
No matter what you say, or choose to do.
When you're alone, upset or in pain,
Living in sunshine, snowfall or rain
Look up above past cloud, sun and sky,
And you'll see the flower where it will never die.
The bud of its childhood planted in the ground,
Where it will always stay- never to be found.