ElectricSodaa's "Poem": Rotten Flowers

The beautiful flowers smell like the scent of love and much more. The rotten ones never changed. But am I a rotten flower? Do I still have the same scent, and I'll never be allowed to ever change? As my window blows open, I see my neighbor tendering a plant that is going to become rotten. As she goes in her garden cottage, it began to become alive, beautiful, and majestic. I'm not a rotten, unripe flower. I'm just a flower, for example! I'm allowed to change if I ever want to. Everyone is. Even... rotten flowers!