A petal falls. A flower wilts. The rain comes but cannot save it. The sun hides behind the clouds in shame. The flower breathes its last few breaths and finally its gone. So the world weeps and the bees put on their mourning outfits. The planter pulls it and carries it away. The other flowers cry out but their friend is gone. The months go by and the winter comes. The patch of dirt is still desolate. The snow passes and the flowers come back to bustle and talk. But the patch of dirt still remains empty. Finally one cool spring morning. A small cry is heard. The flowers found the source. A new flower was beginning to bud. A new life was born. Life passes and a new one is born again.