Love and Let Die

When I was a girl I had a piece of earth,

Which every year died, And then brought rebirth.

There was a little flower that I watched grow

From the ground low, towards a sky it'll never know.

I painted it's petals into shapes in my brain,

Each day took in its colour for it would never be the same.

Each day grow, each day change,

Grow from the sun but also the rain.

Always underestimated for its delicate form,

So young and soft, but it weathered each storm.

It grew so slowly but each day was new,

From one night through she decided to bloom.

Pretended to forget that it would never last,

And one day those colours would be in the past.

There was nothing I could do to make her stay 

So I watched my dear flower wither away.

She said "We may grow again so please do not cry,

For now all we can do is learn to love and let die."