The Decaying Flower That Blooms

The flower pot stood against the window panel. No-one ever knew a flower existed in it.

In the summer, it’s colors we’re loud, appealing, and warm. 

As it grew, it’s leaves expanded out and withered away in the winter. The colors began too fade and the growth of the flower begun too decrease and limb over the flower pot. The flower had died because It had no meaning and it had no purpose because it was dead.

Everything has a purpose and everything has a reason. When life dies new life begins.

The flower grew another bud and now there were two; One bud dying and one bud living because the winter and summer had came again and yet it stood alone and unnoticed until it rained and one of the buds grew and turned into a rose lying next too a decaying flower that bloomed.