Dried roses and baby’s breath sit atop of each other

In a vase of transparent glass

They seem so comfortable and well suited

Glass and dried flowers beautifully matched in a transitional phase

A reflection of the full budded roses

That filled the vase several weeks ago

Rich, vibrant and radiant

In their youth and freshness

With the promise and potential

Of a full blown bouquet

Weeks later the arrangement is alive

but now, red roses sits with red and purple black petals

Preserved by drying and oil

Still beautiful in their dying

But no vibrancy

Seeing this causes one to ponder life

The contrast of youthful years

And the not so youthful ones

There’s death in life

Young and vibrant today,

Gone tomorrow