Quiet

I once had an Bonsai. At first he made flowers.

As my life started changing, his flowers started to fall.
Each day some new ones appeared, as he felt how I took care of him.

As I was starting to feel insecure regarding my ways, flowers stopped appearing.

Until the day I was tired and I started to resign. He started to fade.
In the end, he died. Even if again I had power, it was too late for such a delicate thing.

In my room, after some time, I found some dried leafs.