The rebellious flower
A blooming flower
Often incites awe and admiration
For its blissful and aware presence
In the vast gamut of this fiery existence.
It prods us to beauty and grace
Emanating its peaceful fragrance and color.
Who knows of what lies within?
The backdrop of its story;
Where it battled with fate.
Destiny had planned its demise
Much before it came.
It must gulp this pang
And transcend this impending death
While still alive.
Of life and death
This is the story of
THE REBELLIOUS FLOWER.