Alive always

a slight breeze and the flower fell from the tree....whose fault was it?!...the wind cause it blew or the stem that could not hold it or was it gravity that pulled....destined to lie on the street, it got trampled and dried....but the best part was it didn't stop spreading its fragrance.....and as the saying goes fragrance is remembrance...so its still lives....every time you pass that street, you remember its fragrance...it lives in ur thoughts, in your memories