The Nurturing Power of Destruction

I am only beginning to understand the nurturing power of destruction. For so long I destroyed without knowing the cycles. Why are ants and bees more wise than me? The rose bush is a master teacher, knowing when to bloom and when to simply be. Yesterday,I cut back her dead blooms. She did not argue. There was nothing to protest. It was time to let go. And bloom again.
Thank you, I said, holding her wisdom in my heart.