Falling Flower Petals

The ground is too cold, close to freezing but the prospect of the sun is calling the flowers in the tree to blossom again. The first rays of the sun start to caress the roots of the tree, massive but still fragile to the burning rays and the freezing cold. The burning ball rises higher into the sky exposing the only organism in the vicinity to the violent burning sunshine. Slowly the flowers start to wither, and one by one, the flower petals fall down. The cold wind brushing the petals, brushing the tree, softly ripping the red coloured drops of their place. Eternally falling down to the hot sand beneath. The tree still standing firm in the ground but shivering at every attempt of the wind to blow it to the ground. Even more petals start to fall and the burning sun make the leaves burn. In one glorious moment, the tree catches fire and all the red drops of petals fall on the sand and form a puddle while the once beautiful branches start to turn into ash. The sun hits the horizon again, all that is left is ashes, and blood red drops of flowers.