⚛Simple Rose⚛
Photo Credit: Earthempaths
A rose grows
From bud to fully bloomed
A furry bee pollinates
Someone comes along and pricks their fingerprint on a thorn on the thick stem
Then pink begins to brown
Each petal falls
They become ground into the garden dirt
Where a new rose bush is eventually planted
The passage of time as perceived by a human.
A rose is in a vase sitting on a table with a light blue tablecloth
A ray of sunlight lights up the front of the petals.
The ray doesn’t move
The rose doesn’t brown
The tablecloth stays in the same place
Is there such a plane where nothing changes?
Static, still water?
If no progression or regression exists?
Then what is existence?
Would the thoughts change even in an unchanged environment?
Would the experience change?
Or would one thought extend on forever?
Simultaneously forever and only for a moment
Without time,
How would it feel to be human?
Would we feel freer?
Would we be freer?
Or would we simply be
Stale perfection?
-klc original
Comment with your own poetry about the passage of time or anything else that comes to the forefront of our mind as the year wraps up!
