she was like a petal, beautiful, healthy colourful, attached. she could feel the water, the air on the skin. she could feel the heat of the sun, she could feel the happiness flowing through her stems, she could face the storms and rain.
But now she's old, weak, cold and sensitive. she's afraid not from death but from being alone, she's afraid of being abandoned, she's afraid of the time when she could see other growing healthy and there'll be no one looking for her, no one caring for her, when no one will ask her water or sun, when other will predict her future and treat her like that.
she's not afraid of the time when she will fall into the thrones and there'll be no one to catch her....