Dirty Petals

A purple hydrangea petal lies on the floor empty, its’ life can’t be seen anymore The flowers has bloomed, the blossoms have died Every petal a tear drop that has landed while cried The stem of the flower refuses to grow The foundation is latent, the healing is slow If only the timing could have saved it from loss but contention is often the final line crossed Annual or a perennial which one is more wise? To live only once or to die many times? Maybe the flower will once again sprout maybe the plant will find a way out.