HOW QUICKLY THE FLOWER FADES
Have you ever thought about the flowers, how quickly their blossoms fade; a few days of glory and color, of the sweetness and fragrance they made.
They burst forth into the world, to give us beauty and mirth; and all too soon they bow their heads, and their petals fall to the earth.
But while they lived and blossomed, before their lives were done; they laughed and displayed their magic, and had their day in the sun.
Each one a miracle of beauty, born to brighten this world; born to bring a blessing, each one a precious pearl.
Some are destined for gardens, and others for bouquets so sweet; and some for graveyard duty, to comfort the mourners that weep.
But no matter where you find them, by a brook, a river, or bay; all too soon their lives are over, and they bow their heads to pray.
Some are violet and soothing, some are rosy red; some are white as new fallen snow, all too soon they sleep in their bed.
How quickly the flower fades, here only for a moment in time; yet for that moment they're created, to reveal something that's really sublime.
I wish there was a place, outside of space and time; a place of perpetual existence, where flowers forever could shine.
I wish there was a garden, where each flower could dwell always; and together radiate their colors, and give fragrance for numberless days.
I wish flowers had a heaven, where their petals would never fall; where they could forget their fading, and their deaths they could not recall.
How quickly the flower fades, all too soon they wilt and die; and no one seems to care, nor wishes the flowers good-bye.
Our loved ones are like flowers, they brighten our world for a while; and all they leave are memories, and the beauty of their smile.