take time to weep for

what is gone, for what has fallen

by the wayside, grieve each petal

torn to earth by uncaring storms


for each passing cloud

bears the pain of detachment,

but new growth always craves

the tears that fall


find reason to rejoice

in the promise of the future,

find hope in fruitful harvests

yet to come


weep now for what is gone,

leave no memories fallen by the

wayside, for soon enough the

sun will shine again

This post is for day 341 of 365 Days Wild, which was another rainy day.

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