This is just something I wrote a while on my oichi account on DeviantART
Anyway, I do not own Sengoku BASARA obviously.
There once was a young seedling raise within darkness.
As grew it dreamed of being with the light instead of the shadows.
However, it was bounded in place by her roots thus preventing her from moving.
Without anything to do about it she accepted her fate and bloom into dainty pink flower.
She had seen many glimpses of the light in different forms.
The yellow of the sun.
The red of the fire.
The blue of the sky.
And soon she began to reach out for that light.
The little floral pulled herself up from where she had grown and drew closer to the light.
The further she moved from the darkness the weaker she would become.
Death was waiting for her on the other side.
But, the light was worth it.
She could feel the warmth of light as her soft petals started to wither.
The young pink blossom was amazed by what laid hidden in the light.
As the few remaining petals fell she wished that she could have lived in this warmth.
From the spot where the blossom had faded a seedling began to sprout anew.
The young seedling grew into a strong and beautiful red flower
As she looked at the light wept.
This was where she would begin again.