The summer�s rays do fade from the fertile earth
Each petal flourished in beauty for the world
Each passing breeze catching your fragrant soothing melodies
Such worth and exertion can never last forever
For how can such radiance be appreciated?
How a flower loved less it wilts and dies?

A flower gives all, soft petals for everyone but itself
Do the plants and scattered blooms feel the same fear we do,
Knowing their deaths impend with the coming snows?
Times move on and each must give to those whose summers have yet to be
Nestled in the earth�s comforting embrace beneath the cleansing snows
Death and birth become one in the anticipation of the spring
For we all are seeds, flowers and the earth
To dust we fall under the perpetual pendulum of time
And though the flower wilts,
And though others will bloom where it stood,
The beauty it shared will never have been for naught�
Never a waste.


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Arios, in the year 147 MA.