The rosy bud unfurled herself
Flashed now her pink curves
Beckoning everyone to see her grandeur
While crowning on the green stalk.
“Oh, mama! Look at the tiny pink core
Has time to unravel her beauty more
I’ll Pluck it and keep it to myself
As she slowly opens up herself.”
Gaily, as she swayed herself
In the hands of her keeper
Never knowing that once death arrives
Time is really the ultimate killer
“Oh, mama! Look at the yellow flowery stale
Has turned herself to a decorating fail
I’ll remove it and throw it away
So she starve off to death today.”
Varied hues 