Crown of Ephemeral Splendor

Beneath the gaze of time, a headstone stands, A silent sentinel, a monument to grace. Yet, upon its cold, unyielding surface, A crown of flowers blooms, vibrant and bold. Each petal whispers tales of fleeting beauty, A testament to life's ephemeral embrace. The reds and yellows, pinks and blues, A kaleidoscope of nature's fleeting grace. This crown, a paradox of life and death, A symbol of renewal in decay. It speaks to us of cycles, of rebirth, Of how beauty can rise from the earth. In its vibrant hues, we see ourselves, Our own fragility, our own resilience. The crown is not just a decoration, But a talisman, a mirror of the soul. It calls us to remember, to cherish, The fleeting moments that make life whole. For in the dance of life and death, We find our meaning, our eternal breath.