The flower’s fragile fragrance
Flits in the air with great flair.
Our brittle boastful beauty
Dies an easy death as its flaky.
Our self-esteem and worth
Are no better in a quick death.
Our faith is crushable in
Its flimsy strength that’s not portable.
Our relationships are just as tender
If not cared and sacrificed for.
It’s the easiest thing in life to let go,
And not struggle to overcome the foe.