The silken soft thud of petals falling to the ground,
a life transforming.
Flower to seed –
fruition of flower’s purpose.
Petals once vital,
now discards in the metamorphosis.
So deliberately,
so softly,
do they fall. While others in the flower’s coterie
still firmly hold to the sepal.
Pale white, with the odd streak of pink blush, cupping stamen,
adding beauty to my home a while longer.
How do they decide when to let go,
to plummet down to their grave?
The ease, the elegance of this quiet letting go.
What if we humans could do the same?
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Of This Earth 