Counting on me.....

I am into the world much the same,
The damages done the same,
The world within me too the same,
A wonder is what remains till the end.
I tried to be a wonder,
I remained till the end,
Then I asked who will remain,
I thought no one would remain.
I tried to laugh.
If there is some other way to express my grief,
I would have cried.
To the flower that woke up last from the bud,
I asked why you are late.
It said I am on time; only you counted me later.
I thought it tried to stay for ever.
The tree has to fall if it was to be, I reasoned.
But when the tree fell, the flower no one thought about.