Beauty and faith, they come and they go

nobody realizes how special they are.

A petal or two drops to the floor

you just ignore and shut the door.


How can you live another day knowing a petal passes away?

The leaves have turned but they need no urn

for they return to the earth with all the beauty and faith.


Each blossom and bloom represents a tomb.

For the souls are gone but the flower lives on.

They carry with them the memories of life 

and love with all the blessings from above.

The leaves have faded to the ground 

never to be found but always remember to cherish

the Beauty and faith.