It was the season’s peak, and every rose was finally waking—soft petals, bright promise, and a garden alive. And yet everything around me was breaking apart. Maybe that’s what nature does—it mirrors us. This piece is about the fragile balance: when life blooms and crumbles all at once
when every rose began to bloom,
everything else came crumbling.
I had tended them with tired hands,
held hope like water in my palms,
believing beauty meant the storm had passed.
But maybe the soil knew what I didn’t —
not every season is meant to last.
Some blooms come to teach us
how to let go beautifully.
DJFP
Wonderful words Daisy 😀 The ways of the gardener is never easy but it has it’s rewards
Thank you for the comment I appreciate that so much. it is never easy and if you love what you created got to save them at least, its what I did.