Ends To Every Beginning

Today I'm just a bud.

Tomorrow I'll bloom.

Bringing new hope,

In the hour of gloom.

Just wait,

To see my petals open,

When they do,

They change the color of the doom.

From just one,

I become a million.

I make someone happy,

I make someone sad!

One never knows,

What the beginning marks,

Once you light the fire,

It gives out a lot of sparks!

Now, I'm smiling.

Then, I'm breaking.

At the end I'm wondering ;

What is happening?

But one day,

My petals start withering,

I know the end is calling.