When It's Beauty Begins To Wither Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

And...
When its blooming begins to wither,
With a magnificence of beauty achieved.
Although fading.
Faster after high noon,
Starts to embrace the allure of sunset.
Something that has begun,
Reminds one of a presence special.
A presence only described as a job well done.

Through the changing from one season,
And turbulent storms to endure.
A strength noticed to witness stays,
Unforgotten to remember...
A blooming started.
With a slow determination.
Until the growth of its full bloom shows.
Yet...
Left unknown,
Is where within...
The transformed soul of this bloom goes.
Or if it chooses,
A task more to intrigue...
With a design to stun imaginations.
More divine to leave words impossible to explain.

And...
Again,
With a new assignment...
More challenging than,
A slow magnificent bloom.
What is it beyond beauty seen to capture?
What is it beyond where the soul goes,
Never to return with proof to show...
What it has discovered to know.