Aren’t we all dying flowers?
We grow surrounded by darkness, to enjoy life in sunlight, and then... In the end... Wilt away with the garden surrounding our grave.
The first struggle we all start with is growing in the darkness. This is when we rely on others to nurture us. Feed us with the nutrients we require.
To survive, we need the warmth to seep into the darkness.
After the beginning of life, we live life in a cycle. We are born, seeing the brightest light our eyes will ever see.
We start young, making memories that help us bloom into the beautiful flowers of adulthood.
As an adult, we produce the seeds for the next generation. We want to receive the love and time the bees provide to us. They keep us fit and health, so we can pass on our seeds, begin the next lives. With their dedication, we produce our little ones, carry them until it is their time, only to watch time for us to pass rapidly until we begin to wilt.
After a lifetime of being in the sun, soaking all the warmth, we find ourselves in the darkness. This is when the memories of our lives are the only things that keep us warm. Our skin fades, and our bones turn to ash.
The petals die and fall to the ground above us.