The Final Bloom
The Final Bloom
No fevered fight, no anguished cry,
I simply lift my boughs to sky.
I let the cold come, sharp and deep,
A solemn vow the roots will keep.
I do not cling to fading pink,
I only bloom upon the brink,
And give the glory all away,
To crown the beauty of the day.
My strength is quiet, my roots unseen,
My giving comes when I am green.
I cast my leaves with grace and trust,
Returning color to the dust.
So learn this truth, you anxious heart,
You are a brave and vital part.
Do not resist the change you face;
Find peace within your proper place.
Be still, be whole, be brave to fade,
The promise of the root is made.
Just stand and feel the season turn,
And simply be the life you yearn.
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