My Flower,

In full bloom,

Demonstrated it's beauty.

My Flower,

Although shrouded from sunlight,

Thrived off of the happines of others.

My Flower,

Began to falter,

But still put up a fight.

My Flower,

Slowly loss life,

With lifeless petals surrounding.

My Flower,

Eventually loses hope,

For the darkness was too overbearing. 

My Flower,

With little life left,

Is picked and carried into the light.

My Flower,

Given sustenance,

Is slowly pieced back together.

My Flower,

In full bloom once again,

Is surrounded by others in the Bouquete.