They are bright and vibrant now. The greenest greens and the pinkest pinks declare themselves boldly, like so few of humankind can bring themselves to do. The pride of this world is almost at an end, but her blossoms, when they can be found, are no less sweet and light. She is a glimpse of life's cycles, a reminder of the beauty in the ephemeral - that even as one life fails, another flourishes.
And yet the colors, for their part, deign to speak only of life. They call for celebration, basking in the warmth, the sun, the breeze. And even as the petals fall, they do so in a dancing flourish, bending all their short lives toward making the world more beautiful.