The softness of a petal waking us up to ourselves.
A flower - Collectively viewed as beautiful, representing much more. As time goes on the flower withers and its petals fall to the ground, just as we humans weaken with age. Despite the social guides that have told us what to accept as beautiful it is my hope that we begin to see our mortal selves in these falling petals.
As we age, our appearance changes but our beauty grows. Our textures deepen as do the decaying flowers.