Phases (1)

“Living through different phases” Gun Roswell

Phases 

From flowery to fluffy soft

Once in a full moon, these tiny white flowers come to bloom
But none too soon, they start to slowly swoon
Their petals transforming into something completely different
As the structure slowly vanishes, leaving behind a fluffy construct

So soft and delicate
But the form still quite accurate
As the wind starts to blow
The tiny things themselves detach
Then up in to the air they flow
Flying away, really slow

In the end, only a stem remains
Because nothing here forever stays
A reminder of the circle of life
But do not worry, there is no strife
It’s all the phases each and every living thing
Must endure, whether, fall, winter, summer or spring