It

Blissful as it should be
Just like a peace before the storm, wandering alone between wishful mind and reality
Gloomy were days that was coming
Darker shades appeared on the edge, daring to pull to the complete black
And when the lights finally came again, barely acknowledge it
Gone was what's supposed to be the stem that held the seed of life
It won't be long before the color turned pale, until finally it dried up and turned brown