(Composed December 23, 2009).
The rising sun must later leave the sky,
Each blooming flower, whither and die.
Spring graces us with glorious display,
Then winter strikes to our dismay.
Although the vivid brilliance fades,
Warmth the air no longer pervades,
Time cannot their memory deplete
Stunning colors or fragrance sweet.
Although the rays dim from view
And petals melt as morning dew,
The frost of this cold winter’s night
Cannot their tender remembrance blight.
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