A floret it was, so sweet and naive.
Like to the sea of life, a new wave.
Shackled in its own body,
Searching for a chance to embody,
Itself into something newfangled, something distant.
Spreading something novel,
using the whispering wind as its agent.
Soon, it blooms into a myriad of brittle petals,
With its fragrance, it calmed the air that was unsettled.
It's sweet scent lingered in the air,
Covering everyone in a new, blissful layer.
As the aeons skimmed by,
It lost its natural dye.
For the last time, it gazed at the world replete with gay.
It felt its ancient petals sway,
Slowly they all fell down and it silently withered away...
~ Della
No comments:
Post a Comment