Waratah

I start small,

and grow big.

Then I fall,

down,

down,

down.

Around me,

I see dead leaves,

and a bee,

buzz,

buzz,

buzz.

It stares at me with its black beady eyes.

"You are immortal, trust me."

The bee lies,

liar,

liar,

liar.

I close my eyes as the bee flies away.

"Haha, bye bye little red flower. Get tricked," it whispers quietly.