Blossoming for a season
Temporary loss of reason
Not realizing that inevitable is death
Soon is the time when they shall draw their last breath.
Jutting petals, forcing shine to smile
Sweet, exotic aromas permeate the oxygen.
Plucked from life's grip
Eviscerate the root source
to plunge into a watery descent.
Liquid life support...
Trapped within man's duress.
