• 14yearold_dakshita 9w

    A Flower

    Although a flower dies,
    but it's role is immortal.
    She knows her future is pretty,
    because her present is hard.
    The bed where she lies,
    is gravel where she's become gravel.

    Her soul helps another
    to grow. As she becomes soil.
    In sunlight when her soul
    see a new sister growing,
    Her heart cheers like other.