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The Ephemeral Life of a Rose

The fleeting moments of beauty, the descent into decay, and the absorption back into the great workings of nature twine together in every moment, every breath, every season to create a tapestry of ephemeral beauty. I was seized by the glow of this single rose, newly opened and paired with a smaller bud, and felt compelled to capture this cycle of life as it unfolded before my eyes.

Dusted with dewdrops, she turns her bright face towards the early morning sun.

She dances with the rosebud by her side, spreading her skirts wide.

In full bloom, the rose’s perfume wafts through the garden. Her companion nuzzles in a little more tightly, beginning to release the tightness of her own bud.

After the rains, she looks a little dazed, petals fluttering in the cool breeze. Her underskirts are beginning to look a bit worn, perhaps yearning to return to the earth.

Like soft skin, as it ages, her petals have begun to settle in to that inevitable tug of gravity. Her companion, though, is about to be birthed into the world of beauty.

Reaching back towards the earth, in that cycle of creation and passing, she has wilted, her stamen unfurling. The youngster though has, perhaps, learned from her predecessor about living in the light.

And the cycle begins anew….

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