Flowers In Your Life

A garden of flowers subtle and pure,

A bed of miracles rising in bloom.

Each petal a life in spring renewed,

Thriving for the Sun its warmth of noon.

Life is like a flower or blade of grass,

Has its time here then comes to pass.

Precious time and where does it fleet,

Whispering away upon an empty street.

As does the life we have fleets with time;

In it we think less inside our minds.

Reality is life born to death,

From the first until your last breath.