We Are Flowers

We are flowers

sprouting upright,

watered by rain showers

and grown by light.



Our seeds germinate

and become more flowers,

who, like us, terminate

in their final hours.



Thus, we fall

forward through time,

in cycles of birthing

and constantly dying,



but when was the flower born?

When was its last breath?

And why, when we transform,

do we still call it death?