The flowers start to bloom this time of year An occasion for the rise of Spring The time to grow, to love The flower shows us a beauty that we thrive for in ourselves But as time goes on the flower wilts The beauty fades, the love dies The flower has fallen. Why? Was it the changing weather? Was it the animals in the field? Was it me? Was this beauty supposed to be secret to all but nature? Why did I have to ruin it In a world full of flowers, Why am I the weed that kills and ruins this garden