Dull, gray

Bulky, rough

Hard, inconvenient

My slow decay

 

On the other side of the field

Vibrant, delicate

Whimsical, Alluring 

Petals protruding,

boasting beauty

 

I take it in,

not a fiber of envy-

a recent development

 

But it’s approaching,

The withering

Its impermanence,

my only constant

 

My jealousy wilted away,

I simply capture the view now

The essence,

of a rather quick yet captivating life

 

A new kind of petal every spring,

Only to disappear without a sincere farewell

 

But my decay-

a gradual process

In my humbling vessel,

my spirit is pure,

 

But they don’t see that,

only the way the light dances

                                            reflects

                                                     bounces

off of their glorious petals

 

But they do say,

Narcissus flowers,

they are the world’s favorites,

despite the self-absorption 

 

even their roots-

the filthiest piece of them-

is full of purpose 

 

The short-lived glory,

worthless