Asteraceae

You will bloom and fade

Your heart will wither

And be swept away

Like a shattered bone

Free of weight

To the wilderness

And waste

You may fall to the ground

At your mother's feet

You may ride on the wind

For many leagues

Be swept by the rain

To a deep ravine

Or fly on a wing

Across the sea

But little blossom

You will fall and you will die

And darkness

Shall block out the sky

And as you suffocate

Beneath the earth

From the dried out husk

Of a heart shall lurch

The pale white ghost of a root

And as it roots

The hole in your heart

Will turn into a crack

The widens and splits

That dead heart in half

It pushes and pulls

And it claws its way up

Till it casts you aside

And is free for the sun

And it's done

In the springtime

When the earth is alive

With your likeness

After you have died

Would you wonder?

Would you be satisfied?

Would it matter

If there is no other way?