09/28/2025
Agave is a special plant. Here is a poem about it♥️
Perched on the edge where the sea meets the sky,
An agave leans out, unafraid to die.
Its spine a scarlet spear of grace,
A final bloom in a sacred place.
For years it drank the salt and sun,
Patient, silent — the waiting one.
Its roots held tight through wind and sand,
Dreaming of blossom, of one last stand.
Now the stalk ascends, defiant, tall,
Answering some eternal call.
Not for praise, nor fleeting fame —
But to finish the story that bore its name.
The petals fade, the stem will fall,
Yet life stirs softly beneath it all.
Tiny shoots rise where old leaves lie —
The agave dies, but does not die.
On the cliff above the endless blue,
It whispers, “To end is to start anew.”
