Flower Bud
Flower Buds falling,
Making the ground beautiful,
As it displays it sign,
That it was here, and had the right
The right to sit in this never ending torture,
That it is gentle,
Slow,
Calming and soothing
It has been here before,
In a diffrent world, diffrent time
Never to be seen in the excat same shape,
Excate colour,
But diffrent,
As every human is,
Diffrent from the rest
To show, something new
Exciting,
Bold
For some the tourture is here,
For some its in the animals,
Some its the death or new life in the world
Others, its just plain
Darkness