It starts out as a seed.
Then, with the right nutrients,
it grows.
And becomes a rose.

But it does not stay
a beautiful red rose,
in a sea of green.
It starts to deteriorate.
Petal by petal,
leaf by leaf,
thorn by thorn.
Until nothing is left.

Except the seed.

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