The fleeting beauty
Of her yellow birthday roses
Excites Me
And saddens me
On one hand
They are full and vibrant
Filled with scent and adoration
A presentation of my
Inner love
Manifested in their
Overlapping petals
They naturally exist
That brings pure joy
On the other hand
Vibrancy dies in a day or two
The fragility of existence
The short life lived
Only to serve
To only exist to bring joy
The delicate balance
Of a short but fulfilling life
A small moment in time
To express an abstract
Yet foundational feeling
Maybe a filament of life lived well