A flower is wilting In the black of night, Hidden in a crevice Away from sight. The most beautiful creation, Never to be seen, Touched by seamless water In the deep, dark underneath. The sunlight couldn't reach it; Not even a shadow roams. This pale, lonesome flower: Such elegance it holds. Oh, how I long to find you To bring you back to life, To gaze upon your innocence When I have lost all of mine. The flower has wilted. Gone, never to return. It was the only flower: The most beautiful on earth.
Everything is open to the winds of chance.