Each Petal slowly tumbles
until the last one remains
alone and cold, with no others
to add to it’s beauty.
The ground swallows the petals
and slowly demolishes the wonder
that was created over time.
Lovely white petals shrink
just as dreams being shattered
Before they began to wither
they were beautiful, each softly
colored petal painted with dew
when dawn awoke.
The aroma was so fresh, so sweet
that even the hummingbirds wanted a taste.
But that is all over now, the thorny bush is all that
the butterflies and birds come no more,
the last petal has fallen.