PROJECT YANI 01: Once Blossomed

Her back flat against the ground,
Drowned in a puddle of mud
And freshly slashed blood.
It's over... finally.
She won!
Her enemy called Life
Is now dying,
Here in the lowest ravine.
She's one of them after all:
Those tiny green plants
Whose puny roots
Can penetrate any rock
So long as there is light.
She arches her head
As she bids farewell
To the world never true.
Oh, she had lost her Light.
Her leaves now begin to dry,
Her roots soon shall die.
No regrets...
At least she blossomed once.