Blossom
We get a little older
with each rising, eastern moon,
which shines its light upon the hill
where beds of lilies bloom.
But not even the flowers
can withstand the fate of time;
they soon shall bend and wither
as they slowly pass their prime.
Let's travel through the valley,
every hillside, creek, and pond.
Our blissful youth is fading
but there's much to see beyond.
Though time is quickly fleeing
as the present turns to past,
together in each other's arms
we'll make the moments last.
<3
Posted Feb 14, 2022, 5:38 PM UTC · edited
Really enjoyed this. There is beauty in youth and flowers, but there's more to beauty and life than that quick bloom. I enjoyed how you described the journey of life as a physical journey. Very well written. Thank you for sharing.