As I woke up today,I was held a flower.
I was then told: "I was soft and fragile and needed care to bloom my best."
My eyes were wide, my brows in deep wrinkles, as sadly the voice said "flowers don't last forever."
I knew my time was near, for I was coming to an age when all things of life might die.
This tormented the voice but it wanted to remember me in the passion of my youth.
So I became a flower printed in silk.