Flowers bloom and wither with graceNo matter the pace they leave an endless trace
Their aroma exists to captivate
An instant love to insatiate
Indeed a difficult one to ignore
Its bountiful colors placate our visual senses to our very core
Blossoming as they do with natural elegance
They wither just as equally with the same eloquence
We treasure it even in its depleted state
Mankind should appreciate life and emulate this wondrous trait
Made greater than the petals that sway to the ground are we not?
Regardless of their season, they exist in purity and silence repurchased and brought
Acknowledge the beauty of life as one does the beauty of a flower
We are life's petals, made to take delight in the pleasantries of our stalks
Autobiographical: We can appreciate the beauty of a flower that blossoms and withers within a season as we treat it with tenderness. Similarly, we can treat our fellow man with the same delicateness. This is my ode to roses and to mankind. May we find ways to transform ourselves, making an earnest effort to become the person we expect others to be.
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