The art of death

A bunch of flowers were on my desk this morning
it brings life into my working place
I've been collecting flowers and leaf
watching theirs color fades and turn dried
it's the art of death
How it is brownish and yellow
symbolize life is short but
who can measure their value
Whether it's living or death
I wonder if they could speak
Will I understand the cycle of life
With their faded beauty in sight
Will I understand the reality of life
With their time of wither
Will I......
Written by Felix Chai