I wonder if the daisies I found this morning

Ever ask the dirt why they’re here 

Is their meaning

In their petals 

Or in their stems

Or in their seeds

Are they here for me?

Or the worms they’ll feed when they die 

Is their purpose served in their life?

Or in their death

Have the daisies only began to grow 

So they might one day rejoin the soil

Do we grow up only to wish we could return

To where we grew from 

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What greater romance is there 

Than the one of beginnings and endings 

In every story 

In every life 

The two find each other 

Like lovers drawn by the stars 

Like petals pulled by gravity 

The two give birth 

To the moments in between 

The ones that become our past 

And hold us from our future

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If beginnings are destined to find endings 

Even before endings allow for new beginnings 

At what time 

Between beginning and end 

Do we find their meaning?

If it all begins just to end 

Are all the moments in between 

Only meant to be

Grand acts of goodbye?