Flowers
It's starts as a seed than evolves into a stem with leaves or petals with elements to help balance oxygen levels.
Some are vibrant, full of colors, while others are green.
Many bare symbols of love, grief and also pollen for the bee's queen.
As it sprouts, the pain from emerging through the rough soil is suppressed down by the healing Rays of the sun.
Water enters the roots and it acts as a pump to disperse the elements that kickstarted its birth.
The colored arms start to emerge.
Roses become red,
violets reflect earth.
Because they're blue,
when you walk around watch out for your shoe.
Flowers,
they're so pretty,
Each with a purpose for our world to bare continuity.
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