The petals untouched
Aren't self destructive
But smoothly kept
So that every little rain drop
Sinking into the earth's crust.
The one's that are wilted
Crumble and crust
Even by the lightest touch of the morning dew
Becoming one with the earth by shattering into dust
Piece by piece
Either way we become dirt
It's just more painful for some than others.