Day 25. Post a poem you wrote a while ago.

Summers Flower In a bright spring field a flower blooms. Its peddles dark purple with a center like the sun. Mother natures work at its finest. It sways in the early summer breeze. Growing closer and closer, to the end of its "life". Peddles falling off one by one, blowing in that same breeze.  Until all thats left is a lone wilted green stem.