The flowers you once planted in the garden of my heart blossomed in the gentle cascade of your love, their vibrant petals reaching toward the light of your presence. Yet now, abandoned by the nurturing hand that gave them life, their leaves grow weary, their vitality fading. Only a few fragile petals remain, trembling on the edge of oblivion, clinging to the memory of a home where they once thrived in radiant efflorescence.

Why should I surrender to fear? /
Oh, is this frailty I sense in me? /
As I'm budding I envision the aethers /
Embracing me, rapturously, /
I spiral upwards /
Efflorescing, bursting into bloom. /

Why do we tremble at change, /
Yet embrace continuity? /
When do we stop pining & /
Herald equanimity, harmoniously? /
Yin & Yang; of lore I once sang, /
Now triumphalistically I declare His name. /

Freedom reigns /
Truth prevails, /
Justice weighs /
Spirit sustains /
A diaphanous azure flame: /
—I shall ne' er be the same. /

(—Se' lah)