of once there is a life

The flowers bloom

The bees and butterflies

Buzzing around to taste

The honey in the buds

The shapes and sizes

The aroma in the air

The birds too will peep it

The juices to keep them alive

Then there are the predators

They don't see the harm

They pluck it away

The flowers wither

Turning dry

The life force sucks out

Leaving them the last aroma

Before it withers crushed of its life

There is a beginning

There is an end

It is left with the memories

Of once there is a life