The Flower On Fire

Prologue

The Flower

it's diverse

it's fragile

it's natural

it's used to show both life and death

it's beautiful

it's symbolic in perspective

it moves with the wind

it's bright

it's elegant

it's spreading

The Fire

The Flower On Fire

Once, there was a flower in a field

It was the only one, but it was used to that

It danced with the wind, and made friends with the bees

Some may have considered it lonely, but it was used to that

Fitting in with everything, but not one in particular

Talking to the moon and the stars when the world went quiet

They were similar, the flowers and the moon and stars

Bright even in dark times to the common person

But one day, along came fire

Fire could also relate to the flower along with the moon and the stars

For it was bright in the dark

But fire was destructive

For once, there was one that flower didn't get alone with

Or didn't get along with flower rather

So, when the time came,

Fire danced with the wind and scared the bees

Fire unlike flower was lonely, not fitting with anything but rather destroying it

Fire destroyed the flower in the field