The gleaming petals sway 

Bright blue that mirrors the sky 

Which shines hundreds of miles away 

A lone flower waiting to die 

Having lived such a remarkable life 

This fine flower turned like coal 

Could not keep up to stay alive 

Lost control of its shattered soul 

What so healthy was, sick it is 

Once glimmer now formed to dust 

Never getting to be his 

Blown away by a strong gust 

Disappearing through the air 

Clock reaches the thousand hour 

Being remembered by its stare 

Only a memory of a single flower 

Now peacefully it lies 

Happy tears it starts to cry