Petals start to brown and wither
fallen from their place in line
feelings of sadness ensue
as the stem weeps petals on the leaf covered earth below
One petal holds on, waving madly in the little breeze
wanting to stay where it has settled and blossomed for all those warm summer days
as the nights cool off it would go into hiding along with its friends
but its friends are gone, the stem still weeps and the petal stays firm
wanting to leave and be with all the others yet comfortable and scared to vacate where it sits upon the stem
Indecisively it waits till the world decides what it should do
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