The Flower of Life

Nature paints her beauty bold, In winter’s chill or summer’s gold, From every petal, leaf, and stem, To gentle hearts, she calls, amen.

A flower, bright or withering pale, A reminder of the short-lived tale, Yet beauty dwells in each embrace, A fleeting touch, a sweet trace.

So cherish life as blossoms grow, For petals fall, yet roots still show, Though seasons change and time may wane, Each bloom reflects the soul’s refrain.

• Charles Lamb

• Charles Lamb