The last flower on the tree
sits proudly
waits patiently
feels lonely.
The breeze has been growing colder in the nights
And compared to August the sun shines not so warmly, nor so bright.
The flower knows that she will fall when the time is right
for all must make that journey towards the darkness from the light.
‘It’s not so bad’, the flower thought, to think about the end,
for here in life she was alone, as death had every friend.
She’d no complaints as life’d been good, as lives go for a flower.
She’d met some birds, and felt the breeze and sunlight every daytime hour.
She’d miss her tree which had grown so much during her life’s season,
but birds and bees and flowers and trees are all here for a reason.
She’d done the very best she could
To do as very flower should
She’d opened wide, and spread the precious seed inside
to little bees
to make more trees
and she really hoped they would.
Her purpose here upon her tree had come to it’s completion
and in her soul the flower felt the changing of the seasons.
She’d bloomed in spring
and done her thing
and shone bright right through summer.
But Autumn comes every year, and flowers can’t outrun her.
The flower thought it must be hard for Fall to do her part –
to clear away all flowering things to bring in Winter’s dark.
That must be why she does her best to set the trees aglow
with oranges
and yellow-reds
before the pure-white snow.
And though the flower was unafraid, she felt a little sad
and thought it would be nice to have as much time as trees had.
But grateful still the flower felt, for she had done her purpose.
And short and hard though life can be, she felt the whole thing worth it.
If she had a chance to come again the flower thought she might,
she’d bloom again and greet her tree and all the world with such delight.
What a pleasure it had been, she thought, just to be around.
And it was with this happy thought that she floated towards the ground.
But be not sad for our dear flower, for I’ll tell you just the thing:
Once Fall has come and Winter’s done
It will come time yet again for Spring.