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.