October 1,st 2019
Hope Alive
The little flower was still blushing in the garden.
Her fragile petals were glowing in the morning dew.
Her once bold colors now paled at the touch of cold winds
and the occasional frost.
Her frail frame was a reminder that life is a precious gift.
A gift that must be fully lived.
Her blossoms were beautiful in the summer.
They were bright and fragrant and, oh, so light.
And, with time, those blossoms carried another gift.
They were weighed by the expectation of it.
In the heat of the summer, the little flower gave away all
her powers.
A seed must enter the ground for new life to spring.
But her efforts were not in vain.
Nature always has its ways.
Now she just sat there, waiting.
Waiting for time to envelope her into a soft whisper and
lift her away.
A gentle breeze was stirring, ruffling a wilted leaf or two.
Time stood still.
Her little ways must have deserved their credit.
For now, her very reason has come to be fulfilled.
The little flower waved to the winds and shined her most glorious
smile.
A smile that was hope alive.
