As the age goes by…

The colour, the redolence, the freshness, the bumblebees hovering…

Indeed a beauty in her prime!

Now, as she lay abandoned, colours lost 

And petals marked with lines that her life had gifted,

waits for least a single butterfly to stop by,

wanting to share some great tales.

Alas, none comes, till the wind breaks it off-

Afloat in harmony she goes.

Age is nothing to be afraid of, it is something that needs to be embraced with grace, spreading the light of wisdom- Master the art of  “Aging Gracefully”