When A Flower Wilts

there is nothing more resilient than a flower

with bright and reverent colors and

soft dew sluggishly moving down the petals

as the sunlight beats down on the delicate

creature

yet

when a flower wilts

the fading pigments weave into

shades of weak browns, tarnished blacks

and ultimately dusty nothingness

slowly being shriveled into the ground

when a flower wilts

new life is promised within its demise

as the sunlight dries the life source-

and a once thriving force of nature

now comes to a quiet end

when a flower wilts

there is silence

a soft thud, and the sprinkling of a waterfall

once the painfully mortal beauty vanishes

and flows, to be drowned in the endless sea

when a flower wilts

she sees charm, allure

resilience, endurance, bravery

a jubilant, ornate being-

she sees every attribute that she does not possess

when a flower wilts

the world witnesses a life form

and quietly praises its existence

in a jealous admiration

for the flower was born from beauty

and would end in beauty

and its sole purpose was to bring

beauty into this dying world

i wonder if i wilted away

without a seed, stem, or petal

left behind

or any trace to prove my existence

would i

shrivel into the ground

be drowned in the endless sea

or would i not be noticed at all?

but, then again,

its silly to compare a person to a flower

even if it is true

that i will wilt away, all the same

never to be seen again.

. . . . . .

there is nothing more resilient than a flower

with bright and reverent colors and

soft dew sluggishly moving down the petals

as the sunlight beats down on the delicate

creature

yet

there is nothing more beautiful than a flower

meeting its end

replenishing the hazy earth

and being born once again.