Natural Is A Blooming Done Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Many have surpassed,
Those levels of thought...
They had in the past,
With others shared...
And remembered.

Natural is a blooming done,
That happens.
Changes of each season.
Come to leave,
And not to stay.

No one should feel offended,
By the occurrence of this!
But there are those who are,
Believing they have been dismissed.
And maybe they are!
Not understanding...
There is a naturalness the comes,
To everything that blooms to grow...
With a leaving that is done under the Sun.

Many have surpassed,
Those levels of thought...
They had in the past,
With others shared...
And remembered.
But...
There is a naturalness the comes,
With a leaving that is done...
Under the Sun,
That no one keeps to remain...
With a sameness maintained.