‘She looked at the grey November sky, And asked “why did I have this terrible fate?’
The sky said “Everyone who is born is in the same state”..
.. And she withered by the day, as people trampled her on the way
The rabbits and squirrels asked where’s she, a beauty we all liked to see
But here she lies, hidden in history
Oh life, thou remainest a mystery’
– Adapted and modified excerpt from a high school poem.