Hour Glass Of Life Poem by Jen Van Houten

A lonely beauty with soft petals. Vibrant and fragrant. One by one each petal falls. Weeping alone in a cold damp place filled with grieving whispers amongst what seems to be a never-ending nightmare.

Anxiously waiting for the snow to blanket it. Forever frozen in another world. A wilting head, and a bending body. Bowing down closer to becoming one with the dirt. Slowly dries out as the crystal clear elixir of life turns to dust.

Buried in the ground the once vibrancy of colors camouflaged along with the surrounding muck. The last petal plucks itself off. Lying next to its body of evolution ascending into the afterlife. Its beautiful colors now flourishing in the vast beyond.