We glory in the beauty of the rose,
Its petals decked in hues both dark and bright
And pause, when summer’s zephyr softly blows,
To breathe its perfumed essence with delight.
For all too soon the petals gently fall
Yet memory remains that we may know
The erstwhile blessing of the fragrant pall
That melts into the earth as summer snow.
Each flower blooms for but a little while,
Ephemeral as every life must be,
Each life no longer than the shyest smile
Against the backdrop of eternity.
Why slay such beauty ere its day is done,
When, in its essence, all life flows from One.