While all the other buds 
burst into bloom one dost
bow its saddened head.
Not for any humility
Unable to drink  
poisoned water like the others
it chooses instead
its own death.


But even in death its darkened
petals hardened and dry 
holds its beauty still. 
Its youthful beauty darkened 
unto decay
held up to life, 
Its beauty rests until its fragile
shell crumbles in the gust.
Unlike the others
 it leaves nothing behind.
No seed and finally in the end
no beauty.