Wilting Flower

One by one the petals fall
The wind blows a test of strength
Pushing and pulling
Slowly dying

All the petals are gone
No standing straight anymore
Bent and crippled
Under the pressure

The sun shines brightly
Around a shadow of grey
Stripped and bare
Nothing left

Left alone to wilt and wither
Under a canvas of black and silver
Swaying and falling
Won’t stand up