How A Soul Works

First it start from an infant,

Pure, mindless, innocent, a pure, white, healthy rose,

But as we grow up, we became different.

We become unclean, unwanted,

Minds filled with the unnecessary,

We are covered with despair as well.

Pain, misery, tragedy,

That is when the rose became stained.

But as we gain knowledge and new feelings,

We lose our life span.

So the rose lose its white, soft petals,

Until there’s nothing left of it.