Flowers. When you plant a seed, you assume it to grow. To grow is to age, and to age is to mature, and to mature is to improve on thyself things that are yet to be improved upon. A seedling grows, and is expected to grow more. Blossom into a visually stunning part of nature, one that can be admired and plucked any ti-
Death. It is when the soul of a person is taken away from them - when their life could either mean Paradise or hell. Depends on what they did with it. Life is like a scroll of paper - you could either choose to rip it and tear it to shreds, or you could choose to write or draw something which when you are right at the edge of the scroll, teetering on the voids edge, you can look back at smile at. Paint a sea rd full of blood or draw your sword to fight for a better tomorrow - writers choice. After all, you are the Author of your own story, and choosing how to write it will change how it is read once dead.
Sapling. The roots grasp the soil tighter - the sun will beckon forth a new day, a new dawn, a new age - a new beautiful flower. When a man goes to pluck a flower, it is always the one which is most attractive.
Death..does the same.