Petals of gold,
Nature’s Crown Jewels.
Opulent,
Flaunting their colorful magic.
Perfect,
Perfectly imperfect.
Using their fleeting life
To bring beauty into the world
Until their last petal has faded and dropped.
I ache to follow these lessons from the garden,
Bursting forth in joy,
Giving everything,
Making a joyful noise,
A shining Crown Jewel,
Perfectly imperfect,
Until I, too, have faded away. 
The View from Here 