growth/decay

we grew together
our roots went deep into the ground
we would huddle in winter to keep warm
in the spring we would hold hands and see who could sprout the highest
summer was built upon us trying to reach for the sun, higher and higher
until you went higher than me
you grew taller than me
soon enough i could feel my roots wither
your roots went deeper
i began to shrivel
my petals were not as pretty anymore
my stem was broken
you were beautiful
you never looked down
your eyes cast toward the sun never faltering