Become a rose once more

A petal sits upon the shore of a watery bed
With simple purpose pleasantly present
And pure and rosy tint
For where on earth is it to go
From the ever ecompassing bank?
A flip and flutter into the air
Shall lift the delicacy above
Yet wind is never quite as strong
To keep the petal there.
Or with a slide into the water
Shall the petal stroll
But With floating as such
And a breeze in the air
What is it but shore with a flow?
A question of sorts
Of the curious type:
Why may the petal which lay on the floor
Seeming so sullen and low
Not return back in time
(Of unmentionable power it is)
To be the flower once more?
And indeed it shall
From force of will
Thy soul as one shall make it Quiver
And in the light of seldom seen
Become a rose of lore.