A Season For Living

I’d always loved flowers.

You helped me

surround myself with them

gave them to me

to bring me joy.

I would like to lie in my garden

in the mist of the soft sweet smelling mist

of them forever.

But everything has it’s time,

its time to live,

and its time to die

and only the flowers 

will bloom eternally

each in its season.

This is my season for living

and it’s now that I need them.

Nobody wants dead flowers,

least of all, dead people.



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