Blooming in Poems- The Beings That Bloomed
Flowers came and died.
They were a living being like lied and death.
But when they died, another more beautiful plant grew in its place.
They all meant something different to this world.
They were what was beautiful in this world.
Light and dark. Life and death.
Beauty and ugliness.
They were a vibrant display of color on earth. Some bloomed in the worst of conditions possible, some had it easiest.
They were meant to grow.
They were what showed how life worked.
It was a cycle that only flowers were good at.
The beings that bloomed always grew stronger and more beautiful and always came back.
Even in the worst of times or in the ugliness of times.
Flowers were a special kind of being.