The Flower II

As summer past, my flower went through gradual transformations. First, she turned sleepy and introspective. She could stay silent for days or talk only by humming, turning off her fragrance. Then subtly, her petals faded to the colour of parchment. One by one she let go of them and, in her heart, grew something that looked like brown diamonds. I looked at her from the corner of my eyes but dared not say anything, afraid of making her feel sorry for herself.