Fallen flower

The icy cold air

Spares no flowers.

A dusty puff of steam

Rips apart its roots,

Flying away from its home.

Far from where it was grown,

The golden bloom turns a tune,

Falling to the ground

With a large frown.

Fragile, Frail and Fearful

The frightened flower stands no more,

Shredded to the ground

Back where it was bound,

Starting all over again.

Where growth goes destruction follows,

Nature doesn't give up, nor does the ruin.