The blooming flower and the wilting rose
The pale, pink budding beauty
The crisp, wan allure of decay
The rising moon in wax and wane
Skeltal silholettes of solitary branches
Shifting leaves in silver swept dances
The exurberant rising and perilous descent
The flame that blossoms and burns so bright
The welcome void of encroaching night
This is a poem I have, for some incomprehensible reason, been saving. I realized I had no idea what I was saving it for, so I thought I may as well post it.