The thing about beauty
Is that it’s transient
And constantly changing.
Just look around you:
Cocoons unleash butterflies
But they soon flutter away,
Flowers bloom in season,
And wilt in due time,
Summer slips into fall,
Autumn colors fade into white.
Beauty does not last
Because if it did
We would take it for granted.
What do you do when things pass?
You hold onto the memories.
That’s all you can do.
And know there is
More beauty to come
Even if it differs with what
You have known of it before.