Nasser Goudarzi: March '25 Editor's Choice"

"MY FALLEN CAMELLIAS..."

Beside the walkway to my door, I can hear my fallen Camellias whispering my name, chocked in tears, and I cry inside... I pause despondent, at that sight, and bend to move them to softer beds of grass... while waving goodbye... For one last time... Remembering how gloriously they shined in the sun not long ago. They look beautiful, still, even as they fade, to my grieving eyes... Yes, I'm a believer... that they can sense and respond in kind, in their special way... just as people do... I feel it in my heart... Our flowers are us... When one falls, a part of us dies and bites the dust... Only to be resurrected in newness and hope... And, as life moves on, so do we... Even in stillness, without a hitch... Only love endures eternal past the end... © Nasser Goudarzi USA