Life is but a Flower

Beauty fades like the flower in the noon day sun,
next day lying spent and withered in the dust - its duty done.

But wait oh wait, with such beauty surely its only just begun,
'move on, move on, to seed, to seed' - is nature's hollow call,
no time to just enjoy the now - all in all,
just press on relentless until that final fall.

We are it seems programmed with this hapless fate,
the quest to find mate and then to deteste this joined state,
then to begin searching again for something that doth endure,
something which will the emptiness cure.

This time tired and weary from running the race,
we seek more than just lace or beauty of face,
what is it, what is it, that desperate yearning of mine,
a desire for everlasting purity and beauty beyond time.

Rainbow