Sunlight passes, moonlight gathers, darkness remains perennial.
The flower grows, blossoms and wilts.
The child grows tall and strong, well and bright.

All but one shall flourish,
All but one will never fade,
All but one will thrive,
All but one will be aware.

The moon shall shine bright,
The one will wither within.
Others will grow and prosper but the one shall crush and crumble
The petals are pretty and bright, the stem is week and wounded.

The one shall never survive,
She gives her strength to the others.
Weak wounded she shall fall,
Bruised and scarred she will rest,
At ease in peace she shall sleep.
Hidden beneath the stems of the strong
The one shall lie mangled below.

As she melds to hard packed earth of those before,
She sighs and asks, “why did it have to be me?”
No one knows and none shall care as they stand taut and bright above.

All shall flourish except for one,
All shall blossom except for one.
One will wither but none others.
She asks again “why is it always me?”