“Many things I have given
To the world this season”
The flower proudly thought

“Oxygen for all my lovely animals to breathe,
Pollen for my flower-loving faunal friends,
Especially the bees,
And a nice view for the humans
Who love to see me in all my beauty”

“Let me now, for once
Gift my own kind with something”
Our flower innocently pondered
As its last holy petal
fell to the muddy autumn ground