A tiny seed, so small and new,
Represents the life that's yet to brew.
Nourished by love, and gentle care,
It sprouts and grows, with life to share.

Each day as the dew falls, it grows stronger like a wall,
Not knowing it'll wither away, when it's gone, it's turned to clay.

But for now, it blooms with grace,
A vibrant beauty in its place,
Petals unfurl, colors shine bright,
A radiant soul, in its light.

It bloomed and flourished in the light of day,
But like all things, it had to fade away.
The petals fall, the stem withers and shrinks,
As time marches on, life's like a short blink.

Yet, in its fading, it leaves behind
A legacy of beauty, a memory to find
In the hearts of those who beheld its grace,
A fleeting wonder, a moment in time and space.

A life of a human, just like a flower,
Working hard, just to die after,
Beautiful creature, fading away,
Making life unbearable to bear.

But still we bloom, in spite of pain,
Our beauty is in our fleeting reign,
We cherish each moment, we hold dear,
The brief time we have, to love, to hope, to fear.

Yet, in its brief moment, it brought joy untold,
A beauty to behold, a sight to behold,
For in the end, both flower and man,
Share a fleeting time, so live while you can.

© Goldie's pen