Pure beauty: "The Beauty in Death's Darkness"

In a forgotten garden, a skeleton lay, Her head sprouted flowers, and they bloomed every day. The other skeletons gazed in wonder and awe, At the brilliant colors, they'd never seen before. The roses were red, the violets were blue, The lilies smelled sweet, like morning dew. Her bony smile grew wider and wider, As the flowers blossomed, and her spirit felt higher. The curious animals came to see, The skeleton with the flower head, so lovely and free. This strange sight, so beautiful and rare, Brought joy to the garden, and intrigued all who were there. And though the seasons changed, and the petals fell to the ground, The skeleton's flower head continued to astound. For in the midst of the darkness, a spark of life had begun, And the skeleton's flower head had outshone the sun. No-one could explain the miracle, but they all agreed on one thing - this skeleton was special. She had proven that even in death, beauty could still blossom.