You are born a seed.

And you grow, becoming a sprout poking your head out, taking a peek at life,

And you grow and you become a flower, beautiful, lively, untouched, perfect,

And now that you are older you start to touch, and be touched,

And now a petal falls, from your flower to the ground where it rots away,

It happens again, 

Another petal falls,

And another,

And another,

And another,

Now you are a stem, with two leaves, and two petals,

All your peers are finding the bumblebee to their flower, 

As you search, you are lost,

For no bee will want a flower without its petals