Since there has to be a poem about flowers.

A Flower

on the path of joy in eternity
we have seen it, see, will see
borne aloft by a careful breeze
inchoate lives in twos and threes
settle into the furrow and crease

we see it bud in the graceful shoot
the reason for leaves, stem and root
begin to petal in the sun's embrace
sensuous colors and involute

we saw it choose this way or that
welcome the bee and shun the gnat
in glory sway to west wind's wrath
disperse it's seed in every act

we will see it cup the silver dew
draw itself up to dawn anew
until when the time is come
the colors are weak and petals few

on the path of joy in eternity
we have seen it, see, will see
the faded flower break and free
in brittle remains of the beauty
that once was, is, will be.