Autumnal glory, haloed gold,
Crown of splendour from of old;
Dying embers, kingdom come,
Truthful speech from ashen drum.
After the storm, the petals have fallen,
Gravity spoke, and persuaded the fall;
Sepals held out as long as they could,
But glue holding flower answered the call,
Relinquishing blossom, ashes to earth,
A dazzling litter of dying perfume;
Beauty in living, lived in full splendor –
Wrapped in death’s pallor, a beautiful tomb.
Every stage in life holds a wild and unique beauty; from birth to death, our paths hold deep significance and value.
Succulent tower, decadent flower,
Offering spectators spectacle rosy;
Heaven-scent bower, evident power,
Dying to showcase your beautiful posy.
This succulent species flowers gloriously – and the flowering rosette is destined to die out after the show, to make room for the next generation of growth. A rather vivid micro-cosmic example of life, birth, and death…