I am wilting, my beauty is waning, too soon I lose my petals. I slowly wither away, until there is nothing left. What once was a radiant flower, no longer holds its glory. Those who watched me flourish are heartbroken to see me go, but do not cry. My life was well lived, even for such a short time. So do not forget me, but still let me go as I spread my seeds, a new life, a new flowr.
Life of a Flower
July 20, 2011