This poem is written by Izzy Wells, a doctoral candidate in applied health care systems engineering and a graduate in biotechnology and bioinformatics.
We will Bloom Again
What is time,
but the rusting of leaves?
What is time,
but the hallowing of trees?
What is time,
but the creasing of skin?
What is time,
but the last breathes within?
Time can taste so bitter,
but in Spring
on my palate,
time is a myriad of all things sweet.
The passing time of a blooming flower-
Time's symphony;
when a seed's destiny and life's harmony,
so graciously meet.
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