By Michelle Garren Flye
How is it that nature ages in grace?
How does the flower hold its charm?
Why does the gardenia smell as nice
When age has yellowed its form?
When the rose drops its petals
It reveals its splendid heart.
The darkened magnolia settles
To death with a very gentle art.
Oh why cannot we learn nature’s ways
Of passing quietly one season or four?
Instead we count and number the days
As if we are keeping score.
I hope we learn this skill as we grow older,
So in the end, we know how to be golder.
Photo by Michelle Garren Flye