Edge of the brown abyss

I float on the edge of the brown abyss. My leaves have fallen off and I am merely a stalk. I am thus stripped of my call sign “Rose” let alone being anything zucchini. Sunflower has lost his leaves and now looks like a tangled piece of green yarn. Broccoli has only yellow leaves. I have one root in the Great Compost. I have heard that you should follow the dark. Call on me tomorrow and you shall find me compost!