The Last Flower

Author's Note: As a writing prompt/ journal given to us in Language Arts, this piece is supposed about the last living flower in a flower bed, but I would love to hear other interpretations. 

I bow to the ones before me.

I bend,

Lower,

Lower,

Lower,

Until I am practically kissing the ground.

I bow to the ones who have sacrificed for me.

I bend,

Lower,

Lower,

Lower,

And drops form on my petals.

I see all of the dead.

And I reminisce as I bend,

Lower,

Lower,

Lower.

Until I become one of them.