The flowers come and go
Filled with light and color,
Reminders that some things can be counted on to bud and bloom, linger awhile and then die.
The meaning of their life is known by the hands that held them, the bowl that contained them, the eyes that saw them, the hearts that loved them, the air that filled them with their fragrance
And the breath-taking change they made in the Universe
Wherever they were.
