final season

April 26, 2018
By hanols BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
hanols BRONZE, West Des Moines, Iowa
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as i walk out and embrace the smells
of resilient roses,
i hear the faint buzz of a bumble bee
and see the array of greens gleaming all around

along with that i see the wilting sunflowers,
and the frail delilah's,
they remind me of myself--
once very lively, vibrant, strong, and grounded
yet now reaching the end of my days,
continuing to deteriorate, decay, and blemish.

i find peace that these flowers are experiencing much of what i am,
thriving one season,
withering away the next

but when my body has decomposed in the soil of this earth,
new flowers shall grow over me

The author's comments:

This piece was inspired by my love of gardens and my fear of growing old. 

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