The Flowers on the Dining Table

The beautiful flowers drooped and sagged. The creamy white soft features of some of the flowers slowly turning into a crispy brown texture as time gripped the flowers in its unrelenting grasp. The remaining flowers that were still standing shone with health, their sticky sap glistening off the stigma. The small bits of the stamen that would normally stick onto bees fell onto the subtle petals, clearly visible against the bright light. The flowers were an array of colors: purple, yellow, white and pinkish-white. Over time, their petals would fall off and they were destined to be thrown away, never to be seen again. The amount of time they had left was few and I soaked up the view of the healthy flowers before they turned downcast as well. 

Written in Year 8 -2021

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