Easy Come, Easy Go

It will never get easier for me, will it?

Not whilst you are the sun, the moon and everything that nurtures a flower.
And no matter how beautifully it will bloom
It will die time & time again
Yet somehow..it just keeps growing back.
Never missed.
Never mourned for.
Because we all know, it will always return.
Regardless of how harsh the winter has been

And it is from bitter seeds that they grow & deign to bloom.

The amazing thing about it all
Is that the flower never asks questions
Never compares itself to another
It just..blooms.

I dare say it has always been that easy for me.
Perhaps even with eyes, unlike the flower, I could not see.