A flower.

Today,

I bloom again.

I bloomed yesterday, and the day before.

I will bloom again tomorrow too.

But, something has changed.

I couldn't find my old petals anymore.

The traces of them slowly fade away into nothingness.

They've always been there, but now they are fading.

Will I be the same when I bloom tomorrow?

Will I become a rootless flower?

For I can't recall when it all began.

Will I become an eternal flower?

For I don't know when it will end.

Until the time permits, I shall bloom.

Although all the days of yesterdays are flushed away.

I shall bloom to see what the future unfolds into.

I shall bloom to hope  for a day of tomorrow.

A flower.