A beauty in the garden
with a spirit like rose petals... soft to the touch... sight... and smells so divine.
Standing tall through the rain, the mud and others who walk upon her silver line.
Still she grows and reaches up for the light, to sweeten and strengthen her through the times... that people unknowingly step on her while leaving her behind.
But, still she rises each day like the sun...
Until her weeping has begun and she feels too undone, then she loses a petal or two or three but what is left behind is still her truly unique mentality...
what has been and what has fallen away... will still live to see another day, in our memories and our photographs.
When we envision them we start to grasp... the undying beauty of being so fragile but strong...
for it stays with us
when she has been long gone.
About the Creator
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