but a moment in time

most beautiful one minute

when next you glance

wilted and dying

slowly drained

of youth and virtue

to dwell in decay

stepped upon and lost

forgotten as quickly

as it was noticed

but as soon as the image leaves

and the waking mind forgets

another more beautiful takes its place

and we are raptured again

and so the cycle goes

will all natural creations

even those who dont realize it