All at once the changes come
As if with the blowing of the wind
A new life beginning
Growing out from the old

The old blossom has withered and died
Tossed away as if without a care
Left to decay in the past
Ever shrinking until barely discernible

The new bud blooms
Opening up to the world with a whole new view
Emerging from the remnants of the past
Evolving different in a way
Not so much that the old is lost
But simply an underlying entity
From which this fresh vitality grows