A soft breeze, a rustling through the leaves, sunshine, and not a cloud in the sky.
A red flower, a field of yellow ones, growing, and time passes on.
A lone flower, a different flower, living, and struggling to not be choked.
A hopeless fight, a long trial, fruitless, and too different to survive.
A wilting plant, -
*Sees that Lit's page is up*
A fit of anger, a crushed can, nasty, and a low-blow!
A fine story, a talented author, ridiculed, and made a laughing stock!
A dying flower, a revitalized flower, vengeful, and thirsting for flower sap.
A thousand dead flowers, a lone red one, alive, and free to breathe again.
A bit bitter? An answer, No. And why do you ask?