Lost Bloom

In gardens once enhanced with shades so splendid,

A blossom sprouted, a signal of joy,

Its petals moved on breezes' delicate effortlessness,

A fragrant show-stopper in nature's hug.

Be that as it may, presently, unfortunately, a grave shadow's cast,

The bloom's gone, its magnificence couldn't stand the test of time,

A brief second in the sun's warm kiss,

Presently evaporated like a murmured, thoughtful wish.

However still, its memory paints the material fair,

A show-stopper of excellence unparalleled,

For even in its nonattendance, its aroma remains,

A frightful reverberation of neglected strains.

Gracious, lost blossom, your nonappearance leaves a void,

A demonstration of nature's will, obliterated,

Be that as it may, in your nonappearance, an example is found,

That magnificence's transitory, yet always significant.

So let us love blossoms while they are here,

Embrace their wonder, hold their memory dear,

For like the lost bloom, we also will pass,

Abandoning a heritage in time's tremendous glass