Among flowers and leaves,
seizing the day is plain to see.
To radiate and exude beauty while can
if can, when can-
C’est la vie!
Some blooms bear thorns;
Some blooms stays all year long.
But their colors which tell where they’re from;
Make them vulnerable to pickers, to lovers.
to suckers—appreciation gone wrong!
Foliage in green
are dutiful to their trees;
Owing it to sun, their greatest benefactor.
So when fall comes, in gold and brown
to the ground they belong.
Beauty has the worst mortality rate
in this very physical world;
followed by vigor.
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Clever way to remind us that physical beauty fades while inner beauty continues. 🙂
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