Ive lived to see them wither
In the dry and rainy seasons
some were pure as the lilies
Others were thorny as the cactus
As sad as night i was
trying not to believe
for it was more of a cross
This bolt from the blue racked my heart

As they wither their story ends
leaving a blank page
for a new story to begin
this is how it goes
the fall of one
Leads to rise of another one.