Iris

Who I am? Am I a flower, a butterfly, or a demon?

Should I no longer be concerned about this world?

I am a blooming flower that wants to

someday change back into a flower bud.

I am the byproduct of a wither culture,

the flower bud of a demon.

I am an Iris; deep and mysterious.

I am the eternal promise of renewal, rebirth, and the

transformation of monotony into delight.

I am the symbolic representation of wisdom, faith, hope,

commitment, and eloquence. However, as a flower

I must scatter away at some point.

Abandon the protective stem, and face my destiny.

Abandon the conservative environment that controls and

restricts my thinking;

that chains me down to a dyed crimson soil.