With the first rays of morning, I stretched out wanting to reach the sky. My right branch moved with difficulty. A stem that seemed dry and rotten held me, so I quickly shook myself… I felt disgusted and managed to free myself.
A deep sigh opened my petals to the sun, it felt so good. I looked at myself and I was beautiful.
Around me, a couple of flowers looked at me with distrust.
“Envy,” I said to myself. I knew the world was mine, owed to my beauty, and those looks were an effect. Standing in the middle of the garden, I saw time pass, by noon everything smelled of my scent, and everyone in the garden wanted to be like me.
In the afternoon, I felt a little tired, all the attention overwhelmed me. I try to cheer up a bit. When you live for beauty, there’s no room to feel bad. The strange yellowish color at the base of my stem doesn’t worry me.
With the night, my first petals fall, I’m exhausted. I try to maintain my dignity.
“My reputation is everything” I repeat to myself, I can’t afford to be weak. The yellowish color covers my whole body and I try to hide it with my leaves.
I stagger, I can’t resist it, my leaves dry up… I fall. On the ground, a small sprout is growing. By dawn, that sprout will be a flower perhaps more beautiful than me. So many things I wanted to tell you. I took its delicate branch with my stem and faded away.
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