There is no me. I've crossed the line. The clouds rolling in. The sun peering silently from between the hills. The moon setting within the light, not seen.
Blackness rolls in.
Suddenly I am engulfed in darkness. I close my petals to shelter myself. During the night of black, I hear the quiet pittering of rain drops. But then I am enclosed in coldness. And suddenly I am awakened by the light and heat of the sun.