Life is beautiful as it dies,
Leaving its joys in the glories for which we vie,
Bidding farewell and heaving a sigh.
The raw sweet beauty of spring's youth
Gives place to unreserved splendor.
The veil is lifted, and we see all with candor,
For this is the moment of truth.
Empty husks won't boast of great things;
Hidden thorns and thistles will not betray their roots.
Only the full ear boldly sings.
Don't tell me: show me majesty!
Now boasters find no amnesty;
With death at the door, there's no time for travesty.
Day is done and work is over.
Still the promise speaks in the wind that blows,Of a beauty we're yet to know,
A bud that shall blossom and a love heaven sows;
From autumn's gold shall rise a seed that shall grow.
© 2014 Bethany Carson