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