Death, Reborn Poem by Whitney Bevins

Petals blooming
Stems extending
Rushing toward the sun
Water gushing, ignoring that
They all will soon be none

They know not now
That they will lose
the light, and live in shade

They know not now
That they will wilt
Their petals crashing down

The ground consumes
Those stems retreat
New seeds, and roots, will form
New life, from old, is made

They do not mourn, they don't know how
They're always looking up
They do not mourn, they don't know how
Flowers cannot frown