Life Established

This is an hour.
An hour is a flower.
The one with the power.

The power is transfered.
To a question unanswered.

Now a day is paid.
With the steady beat of a nut laid.
On the ground in the brink of escapade.

The nut is now dead, but still with the power.
If only consumed within the hour.

Weeks contain the lonely sky.
Without the power the nut has died.
But with the help, can be revived.
The selfish fool cannot survive.

The prey became the predator.
To once we show competitors
And if we have a neglector...

That one shall suffer every hour of every day and week.
For the flower began this power.
But it was washed away with a shower.