No one even bat an eye to the solemn flower, it didn't know why it felt sad, there were a lot of people that use to be around it when it could offer them stuff but now it was useless, and if the heavens heard the plea of the little bud, it send a butterfly a small pink and purple little dazzle of wings trying to lift the bent flower steam, to stop it from breaking. It pushed the steam as hard as it can ,but it's small structure couldn't quite do that , the flower felt something push , almost press it to straighten up ,so it bend more to see what had attached to it , then the little purplish marble caught it's eye , the butterfly frowned as its attempt was now doing the opposite so it moved away not to be crushed between the two parts of the steam,