Every morning I see
New buds, new flowers
Proudly displaying their presence
Revelling in own beauty
Drunk with their own nectar
Heady with hearty fragrance
Forgetting myself in joy
I take delight in their glory
And I gaze again to see
The flowers of yesterday
Merciless midday sun scorched
Bitten by frosty mist at night
Weary and tired
Ready to let go
They seem to whisper
Nothing is forever
Yesterday was ours
Today theirs
A life well lived
Is a passport to peace
Bye bye old friend,
Fare thee well!
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