Every season comes and goes
Beauty lies within what enters and what leaves.
The birds chirping,
Flowers blooming,
And snow falling
Yet the most beautiful miracle are the orange leaves shedding
And all of us find it fascinating;
The beauty within death.
Every second seems to be the death of nature,
And we enjoy the chill.
Looking through our windows,
Walking on the paths
And eyeing the beauty that is dying
~how can we love something that is dying?
YOU ARE READING
Undying
PoetrySometimes life just throws boulders and rocks to pull us down, and through words of poetry we heal from our bleeding wounds. May this ink bring us all up. #Wattys2019
