#139 Every End Is A New Beginning...

A fully blossomed flower

landed on my feet

as I sat on a long empty bench in the park

pondering on all that was gone..

My bare feet could feel the freshness

of the dew on the grass

while the breeze had taken a pause

and the birds were chirping in the distance..

The tree leaves had been turning pale yellow

and their more colourful, scented friends

were looking to leave their humble abode

for their last journey back to the land..

The red and the purple floret

that came to me was saying something

as if it heard me of all that I spoke within

and telling me that every end is a new beginning..