.

The last petal fell,
shivering on winter's cold ground
and looking up at the now barren stem
asked, " Why did you let me go,
I was the one that stuck with you
when all of the others left,
leaving you alone to face
the coming frigid season?

The empty stem, leafless,
void of its once lustrous color,
waving in the chilly winds answered,
"Don't worry, come spring I will
have many new wonderful petals
adorning me, making me
beautiful once again."

"I know, but none of them
will be me," replied the last petal
as it died.