Ruin

A flower when it is bloom-ing, Or the moon when the night is gloom. Like to hear something between the crowd, Or when silence is all about loud. A butterfly when firstly open wings, Or when morning sun rays bring, A plant when it becomes a tree, Or to swim in the salty sea. But when a flower is decay, And when there is a no moon day. If we can't hear something spoken loud, And in the rest where nothing is allowed. But when a butterfly dies, And the black sun rise. If plant wouldn't be a tree, And when a person becomes life free. To enjoy or to cry, Life goes at a time. What to aim high? At last death mountain is to climb.