Withered petals of yesterday's bloom,
I'm no longer a nascent bud now,
Nor a floret in its full splendour,
I lie on the ground in spent glory...
While young and resplendent,
My loveliness admired,
My fragrance smelt in content,
My ephemeral hour of exaltation.
But time purloined my season,
Brought with it tempestuous breeze,
I could no longer stand to reason,
My life's cycle brought to a dismal cease.
