Fleeting Beauty
Reflection
In the stillness, a bouquet unfurls,
A dance of petals, soft and twirls.
Fleeting beauty, captured in time,
A moment's peace, a heart's rhyme.
The vase, a slender, crystal keep,
Guards the stems, a delicate sleep.
The flowers, a gradient of hue,
From soft pastels to vibrant, bold anew.
Their beauty is a gift, a treasure rare,
A symbol of life, beyond compare.
In their delicate forms, we find our own,
Fragility, strength, and a story sown.
As we behold their beauty, we are reminded,
Of the transience, the beauty left behind.