Life Of A Plant

Just like a new born child

The plants are so tender and kind.

In the womb of petals

Enjoying the warmth and affection,

Little by little they grow.

Breaking all their chains,

They dance when it rains.

Before reaching their destination

Of blooming as a flower,

They embrace the sunshine and every wind scar.

By then comes their time to bid adieu,

They wither away leaving their hues.