Wilted

Your eyes close, and your head tilts
Signifies the moment when your flower wilts
The bee is losing her source of pollen
As the summoning petals have all but fallen

And now a day has come
When all your dreams are gone
Still you have stood strong
Stamen, stem, and roots have not lost their ground
Their desire to die, stifled by the will to live you found

Decades passed and the dirt surrounding has transformed
New compounds infiltrate the loam and soil
Adapt or perish
The anatomy remains the same, but love becomes vestigial

So what's the next move
Stay standing in comfort or uproot and catch wind
At the mercy of intersecting currents
Until the entropy settles the unsettled mind
And you regain hold
In an environment conducive to thriving
In a world you have thought was not worth surviving
You can find something to replace
What you once found important in this place

Future shorter than the past
Time's not lost, just free at last
So give this light a chance
Tropism towards hope, internal dance