A flower at death‘s door. It was once full of life and ever so happy. Life took over and just wouldn’t let it live. It’s particles gradually decayed, one by one. Somehow the flower managed to stay beautiful and rich in color. It was special. It was full of life even when it was moribund. Why is that? This flower spent it’s life rooted into the ground in a picturesque garden. It wasn’t the most breath-taking flower or the most gratifying in smell, but it was happy just the way it was, because it was given life. The fact that the flower was alive was all it took to make it happy. It felt that it was fortunate to even have life. This flower euphorically stood rooted in the ground, ever so happy and nothing could bring it down. The answer to the beautiful death of this thing is simple. It died happy. This flower knew it was annual so enjoyed life while it could. It chose not to live it’s life pessimistically. Happy it was, and happy it is.