To a Flower, Dying

Comfort,
take comfort as green leaves
crumble and brown,
your life being taken by thieves.

Handmaidens chose you
for the Queen,
for whom you stood out,
the first to be seen.

And your aroma,
the glorious scent
that was for your rivals
cause for lament.

Recall too
how you burst from the earth,
eager for life,
celebrating your birth.

And as you grew
do you remember the rain,
so sweet on your petals,
your first courtly swain?

Or the soft summer breezes
that caused you to dance,
bestowed kisses upon you
in a fine romance?

Yes, your end approaches
as summer becomes fall,
but take heart, recall those days,
those days when you were all.

So hold onto your memories
as the end nears,
make it  a happy time,
not cause for tears.