The Beginning is Relevant

A single flower on the ground is you away from comfort.
Blown away by the cold winds you grab onto anything....
The breeze stands still
You are terrified and still alone.
Now you are by the familiar pond where you would ride the current on warm summer days.
This pond is frozen over.
You are stuck on the ice and begin to freeze.
Your petals are dying and one falls as you are blown away again
You are flying in anger and the air is harsh and uncompassionate
You brainstorm of your wrongs
You conclusion .. Nothing
Your story goes on and so do you
You and your petals land on a shore
You aren't a flower anymore, just petals
Scattered and decomposing
No know knows you or your journey
You will become part of a new cycle