The Doom

A stone thrown out in the water,

Making ripples, it strides,

Circling around, lashing the shore,

In the end down the water, hides.

Sun shining brightly over the water,

Emerging from its place of rest,

A flower blooms, blushes in the sun,

In hope to experience life's best.

Air provided the comforting cushion,

With water which acted like a bed,

Provided warmth with the huge mighty ball,

With love and affection the flower fed.

New life set out in front of its eyes,

Opened its wings, tender and weak,

Blissfully taking in the melody of the world,

When, emerged the stone, playing hide and seek.

Free from the clutches of the sand,

Jumping around, the stone rejoiced,

Stretched its arms, lurking about the water,

Approached the flower with the devil in its eyes.

The flower saw it and trembled with fear,

Its veins went cold, its face turned white,

The stone came winking and without a second thought,

It turned on the flower with all its might.

The blue was horrified, the sphere was startled,

Having fed the blossom, the two could feel the pain,

Tried to prevent the flower getting crushed,

They tried their best- but all in vain.

The petals shrivelled, the stem crumbled,

The leaves fell down as in an October morn,

The beauty evanesced, the fragrance dissolved,

It slept forever before the beginning of the dawn.

There on the water, washed by the waves,

Cold and dead it lay,

The sea mourned, the star lamented,

At the end of a bud that had come not to stay.