Decay

The flowers that grow are soon to fall
Sweet fragrance soon to decay
Like a new bike left out in the rain
Very slowly rusting away.

One day a child went out to play
The next she was being put into her grave
The flower that grew so tall and right
Fell the day of her sad plight.

The new bike ready to ride
Rusted away to nothing outside
The little girl dressed in red
Is in her grave not alive but dead.