The flower slowly opens, new and small and bright. The colors are so vibrant as it tastes the first of light. The reds of every hue shine through the petals now. The excitement begins to build. The flower opens with a POW!
The flower is now open. It is grand in every way. Everybody wants it at the beginning of the day. But as the sun does fade, the flower thus follows suit. "Farewell." the flower bade. The owl begins to hoot.
The flower withers with the sun. It's life is ending now. The once vivid colors fade. It's stem begins to bow. The flower's once majestic glory has finally came to an end. The flower returns to the earth. The circle of life begins.