No flower can stay

The flow of the wind brought me here. Up, then down; up, then down- just enough buoyancy to hug the curves of your sea-scape.
Of crashing waves, of calmer tides, the ocean is filled with mysterious rides.

For how does one know that he swam too far? Only a far distant cry now.
The Gods would know, they would be the true judge as to what is in equilibrium, and what is not.

Who shall pass and who shall perish.

Who shall flourish and who shall decay.

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no flower can stay

yet humans grieve at dying -

the red peony

by Edith Shiffert