Youth is like a flower
budding in innocence,
until in full bloom
it becomes cognizant
of its own beauty and
thought of resilience,
though lacking
the knowledge
it has yet to gain
of its own fragility,
as have all the roses
on the same vine
who have come before it,
until they begin
to pale in comparison,
wither and die,
as all flowers must
do in life; this fleeting,
glorious, momentous
movement; as the petals
drop at the base
of the vine
and leave only the trace
of their fragrance.

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2 thoughts on “Rosebud

  1. HemmingPlay says:

    As I’ve gotten older, I’ve learned that change is the one constant, and learning to savor each passing moment is an elusive but valuable skill.

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