The Rose

Well aren't we one of the same? We're different petals, nonetheless situated on the same flower. Oh we bloom simultaneously, and absorb the same rain. We pool our abilities to create an image of magnificence, one of elegance. Beautifully flaunting our capabilities, it seems, in stillness and tableau; nevertheless growing together, as always. But aren't we so different? Growing and changing ourselves, in such miniscule amounts, not even detectable by the naked human eye! How absurd it is to account for these changes...

Until we realize that these "miniscule changes" account for much more than we thought; alas, one petal must fall before the next.