Have you ever watched a rose
unfold it's petals?
Each petal gently unfurling,
moment by moment,
moving farther from the core,
becoming more and more vulnerable
to outside forces,
but also becoming
the very essence of beauty
in that vulnerability.
Its delicate and gentle nature
heightened by it's unfurling.
Watched as the sun caressed
each soft petal,
singing with joy,
highlighting it's coloring
bringing it from dull pastels
to a vibrant reality?
Have you ever watched a rose die,
petal by petal,
life dripping out of it
one by one?
Watched vulnerability fall
floating gently to the ground?
Felt the serenity
from within the blossom itself,
the knowledge that it's time
has come and gone,
the peace acceptance brings?
Not defeat, nor triumph
merely compliance.
So peaceful and serene
is the death of a rose
that no one need mourn it,
though we’re losing beauty
we find peace
in it’s assent.
I know it’s just a flower
but it has lessons to teach,
lessons I want to learn.
I want to be beautiful
And serene.
I want to be fully alive
when the sun caresses me,
and when my petals are falling
I want to be at peace
gentle and serene
despite the chaos around me.
I want to learn what it truly means
to just be me.
