The flower

The flower was left alone with the long dull plain that stretched for miles and miles
The wind was its only friend tickling him with an invisible hand
The flower’s fate had been decided for him and he left the world to go to the land of smiles
Broken into pieces and put through a grinder, the wind still cried too weak to stand
Its bloodshot eyes had become purely atrocious and its calamitous heart was crazed by death
The gods knew something was wrong and even as invincible as they were, they were no match to the rage of the wind
One by one, they fell fighting alone without their friends all destroyed and they soon had all taken their final breath
Blessed with triumph no guilt at heart the wind went to find the unique flower causing his turpitude to unbind
His long journey ahead, was not enough to seize him from his bitterness
But the one person he had not conquered yet, was the flowers heart still lingered intact inside the winds benevolent soul
He understood his arrival was imminent but his heart still raced with flocking thoughts of pure and pitiful stubbornness
His life was running out of him and he arrived with only minutes left strolling around with no control
He died stroking the flower weeping his tears and took his last sigh before passing into another life
The flower him too cried and the tears illuminated his eyes like jewels the tears formed an exclusive form of love broken the moment one died
The flowers heart was pierced by something much different and worse than a gun or a knife
The flower soon died cherished and blessed and started again as another flower this time beautiful on the outside but cruel on the inside