wilted and blooms

petals naturally fall away with time.

wilted and expired, they precariously dangle by an organic thread,
soon a deathly drop: to endure the fall is inconsequential.

seething with survival, gasping to unfurl anew
they terminate in a public grave of fragrant, crumpled corpses.

a naked core wavers on a slim stalk, a rapunzel
strong, submerged, trapped in its glass tower.

but resurrection!

timed care and strategic nourishment allows new life;
souls without a past are invited to scale the slick, beveled walls.

they are handpicked soldiers, not privy to the history,
an amalgation of old habits and new talents

replacing the core with revived color:
a bloom reinvented, a transformed organism.

and these petals, as do all the others, will naturally fall away with time.