A flower blooms in the morning sun,
Its petals soft and pure and white.
But by the evening, it is gone,
Its beauty lost to sight.
A bird sings in the summer air,
Its song a sweet and joyful sound.
But by winter, it is silent,
Its song no longer found.
A moment of love, a touch of hand,
A kiss that seals a promise true.
But like a flower or a bird’s song,
These things are fleeting too.
So let us savor all that is,
The good and the bad, the joy and the pain.
For all things are ephemeral,
And nothing lasts forever.