The beauty of life
Is in its vulnerability
As much as its resiliency
Take a tender blooming flower
It is fragile and delicate
But it expresses itself
With all its abilities.
It surely must be sensing
The morning’s vigour & vitality
The oppression of the afternoon sun
And the looming darkness of the night.
Yet it cares not that it’s time is limited
Or when the evening shadows befall
Its purpose is fulfilling for the world to see!
Such is the beauty of impermanency.