The flower was blooming throughout the spring. But now, it didn't know that one day it would wither too. It did wither one day but not like the way its friends did. It left on its own will to see the world other than where the roots were. All in vain, It realized a fact when it was too late. The fact that it can't fly without the wind. Is it Summer? Winter? The weather being beautiful or Awful did not bother because after all, it is just a Withered Flower waiting to rot to feed itself to the root.