The Flower

A flower begins

Invited from a seed

To bring beauty to its surroundings

It grows, tentatively, slowly

Into a beautiful plant, complete with full, unblemished petals

 

But someone draws near

A petal is drawn

The flower shakes it off, willing to replace it

But it continues

 

As more and more petals are drawn

The flower finds it harder and harder to shake it off

And it finds it can no longer be as it was before

 

The flower has lost all petals now

Its stem stands, forlorn

Until it withers and dies

No hope for regrowth

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