The alluring flower blooms,
Bright and strong,
Surely more will bloom in its wake,
Even with only a year of life left.
The fierce flower blooms,
Snapping at the bugs,
As it grows and eats,
It seeks more than its body can reach.
The noble flower blooms,
With sharp thorns and brilliant colour,
The garden that surrounds it,
Turned to ruin by the loss of the one closest.
The drooping flower blooms,
It creating a poison around,
That causes the soil to ruin,
And the ‘flower’ to be reborn.
The surviving flower blooms,
All alone, trapped by the past,
Nearby, a group stands cheerfully,
But this one, alone, cannot.
The twisted flower blooms,
Near the base of a slope,
Wrapped tight all its life,
Around a pillar of corruption.
The vengeful flower blooms,
Though in youth was almost torn,
Grows to block the sun,
And its petals cover the land.
Bright and strong,
Surely more will bloom in its wake,
Even with only a year of life left.
The fierce flower blooms,
Snapping at the bugs,
As it grows and eats,
It seeks more than its body can reach.
The noble flower blooms,
With sharp thorns and brilliant colour,
The garden that surrounds it,
Turned to ruin by the loss of the one closest.
The drooping flower blooms,
It creating a poison around,
That causes the soil to ruin,
And the ‘flower’ to be reborn.
The surviving flower blooms,
All alone, trapped by the past,
Nearby, a group stands cheerfully,
But this one, alone, cannot.
The twisted flower blooms,
Near the base of a slope,
Wrapped tight all its life,
Around a pillar of corruption.
The vengeful flower blooms,
Though in youth was almost torn,
Grows to block the sun,
And its petals cover the land.