Everything stays.

Leaves overgrowing on my body

When will it take over?

When will I become too old?

When is too old?
Or is it, my fear took over too much?

My roots grow stronger with age

Is there enough time for me to bloom?

Or have I already bloomed?

Maybe there is enough time for me,
Maybe this was all in my head.

When will I wilt?

My petal blossoms slowly start to fall

Maybe this was all in my head- yet I see

Dead plants surround me,

Dead flowers that used to fill the air with color,

Dead leaves scattered at my feet, still color the ground,

Dead trees whispering their regrets to me.

Slowly, I return to the fertility of the land