Bloom

Like the summer rose, she blooms.

Brighter than the daisies,

taller than the tulips.

She is ripe, she is fresh.

But like most of natures beauty,

she dwindles, she wilts.

Lost again for another year.

Winter claims her.

And just as we do not expect

this natural beauty to

bloom year round,

So we should not expect the same of

our self.