Flowers bloom and grow.
Petals pull apart as they ripen through the days,
Revealing vibrant colors hidden inside.
Opening themselves upwards towards the sky,
They give themselves to the world.
Where sweet nectar lies within,
They give passerby a pleasant air and others a needed nourishment.
Until the day that nature picks them,
Either with gradual frosts or a sudden snow.
But do not fret or worry,
For spring will bring them home.
My sweet grandma betty passed tonight at 2:55 eastern time. She was 96 and tired. Rest in peace grams, you will be dearly missed 💕
09/22/1920 – 12/15/2016