The fallen flower

I found a hibiscus bloomed in morning light,
Its petals red and shining bright.
As the day turned soft and slow,
It fell down—time to go.

Our lives are like seeds:
We sprout, bloom, and fade,
As new flowers grow
To see our lives with new faces.

And every flower says goodbye
When their work is done.
They find their way to rest—
It’s nature’s way,
All are blessed.