Death Crow.

Death is natural. It is both imposing and fragile. Death is an old crow eating a dry flower. Death is a skull that's become the home of a new flower, which barely poking out its roots through the cracks of decay. Life witin death. The flower was once alive before. But did the crow eat it? Who said the death crow was alive and not a statue-like carcass in which the flower found a new home? Which one is really dead? Which one is alive? Is there a difference between the two? Now, death within death.