"And Then It's Not"

And then It's Not
by BRENDAN CADMAN


From the nothingness of darkness, 
to the blinding white hot light of meaning. 
The beginning of something fresh and new,
like flowers in a garden teeming. 

Bathed in the falling and soaking rain, 
in the rays of sun is where strength is gained. 
Hoping for the day of being plucked for a purpose, 
to be admired in vulnerable display.

Safely resting amongst nurturing soil and dirt,
the flowers' pedals' bloom and exert. 
Until the day where an unfamiliar spirit pulls, 
resistant first before the flower learns to let go.

Beautiful with its varied and vibrant colors, 
a sight to behold the world marvels and wonders.
Day's of neglect and spills put its value in doubt,
but steadfast and robust the flower's resolve was devout. 

On the table sand in the hour glass drips acquiescent, 
while the flowers' colors dim and aroma evanesces.
Pedals detach and float to rest on the floor,
the flower accepts its days in the sun are no more. 

Put back to rest in the familiar dirt as others emerge,
the bud yearns and pleads for a sagacious thought. 
So flower pleads to enjoy everything even the dips and curves,
because life is long and then it's not.