The Folding of the Petals|
Means that night is almost here.
The day has turned to twilight;
And the sun soon disappears.
The flowers sleep in silence
As they wait for morning's light.
They seem to be at peace
As they rest throughout the night.
With a growing sense of joy,
The dawn begins to break.
The birds begin to sing,
And the flowers, they awake.
As the sun comes up to touch them
With its rays of blessed warmth.
We watch their petals open,
And reach out with open arms,
The flowers are our loved ones,
Whose blossoms we have shared,
They clothed and fed and taught us,
They showed us that they cared.
And all too suddenly it seems,
They're in the twilight of their years.
As we watch their petals folding,
We can't hold back the tears.
But the story is not over,
They're only resting for awhile,
And when the dawn arrives,
They'll awaken with a smile.
The folding of the petals
Is not the end, oh no.
It's just another step
On the journey we must go.
© 2000, Jerry Ham