poem :P

Like a flower waiting to blossom, I sway in the summer breeze waiting for spring. A bee flies to me, and I sit there unsure as he slowly removes my petals, it's still June. He pollinates me and I try to piece my petals back together, the dew dripping down my stem as I watch them wither away. The petals I once cherished and held pride for now gone to a selfish bee.