I once was a most beautiful thing
a rose in full bloom
now a gentle warm breeze
blows the last of my petals
to the ground.
My scent too is fading
barely a hint of it left,
few bees or butterflies visit
to take my seed to others.
Those that do come with desire
leave with derision.
But I’m okay.
That’s the life cycle of a rose.
That’s the life cycle of a human.
Fading beauty gives way
to a blossoming mind.
Then it’s over.
Or is it?
The fleshy, tangible parts of the living
return to the ground,
but the essence, the essence of life
returns to the space between
all material things,
where stillness flows,
biding it’s time
for a rebirth.








Lovely..Nice work here.
Happy Birthday, Peter 💋
You’re still beautiful, btw. Just like your mind and this poem of yours
Enjoyed muchly…
🙂