Eventually, all the petals that were once brilliant and white and perfect, will shrivel and fall to the table. Perhaps, they were neglected. Perhaps, just overtended to. Perhaps, they were tossed about so violently at the whim of others that they were unable to sustain their beauty any longer for others to gaze upon with delight.
Take care of that which you find to be delicate and perfect to you, it can all change in the blink of an eye.
