She was once,
a tiny bud.
Waiting to flourish,
and become a blossoming flower.
As she sprouted,
her petals grew.
Her beauty became captivating.
She glowed,
brighter than the sun.
You couldn't find someone like her.
She was like a dandelion,
in a field of poppies.
But soon
the once glowing flower,
became shriveled.
Letting her petals fall
from the weakening stem.
Of course,
dried flowers
are still so beautiful.
But,
they can’t last forever.