Blossoms Passing
A poem
A poem
A cherry blossom’s final heartbeat
flutters noiselessly to the floor,
Fragile and hushed in soft defeat
yet, its beauty whispers once again.
Satin-pink petals alight on the grass,
drifting like feathers as the branch relents.
Though its time has come,
its splendour to relinquish,
one can’t help but admire
its effortless grace.
For in that ephemeral, dying breath,
a deeper essence is carefully unfurled.
Each blossom’s sacrifice,
in patient death,
heralds life anew
for the granting world.