I think about the good old days
When we were in our prime
The place was of no consequence
We gave no thought to time

The minutes ticked away and made
The hours seem much longer
As days and years flew swiftly by
Together we grew stronger

The time has now run out for us
And yet, the world keeps spinning
I first must cope with this – the end
And then – a new beginning.

Emerging flower, born in spring
Must first break sacred ground
It knows not where nor how to grow
Until its path is found.

Uprooted from its happy place
It now resides alone
And searches for the perfect space
Where new roots can be grown.