If ever I am gazing at a flower,
I admire the nature of its grand design
I wander at its elegance and power;
How fast it grows from healthy to benign.
Why would God design such fleeting beauty?
When glamor lies in many concrete things
T’would seem if he created such complexity,
He’d share its radiance more than a week.
Perhaps God rares this fairness with endeavor
To make man stop, admire, then recall.
For maybe if each flower lived forever,
We wouldn’t think them beautiful at all.
What gives something its value is not lace;
It’s the lows that make the highs embellished with grace.