The Flower
I would walk by a beautiful flower everyday on my way to work. It seemed to become more vibrant with each passing day. One day, I noticed that it was limp. Finally, the flower died. I realized that all good things must come to an end.
It seemed to become more vibrant with each passing day. I realized that all good things must come to an end. Finally, the flower died. One day, I noticed that it was limp. I would walk by a beautiful flower everyday on my way to work.