Fair are the flowers that bloom
\nFair they are no nose and eye
\nBut as they cannot last forever
\nA time it comes when they must die
\nNot fair are the flowers that wither,
\nNot fair are they to nose and eye
\nWhy is it they cannot last forever
\nNot fair is it that they must die
\nBut if it were the case that they were to survive
\nYear start to end display their lovely bloom
\nSay, all plants were to stay alive
\nFor all there would no be much room<\/p>\n
Death, it is a cleansing process
\nA time it comes for everything to go
\nTo permit things of a simpler, but yet no different beauty
\nTo have their share of time in which to grow.
\nAnd in that time, during their time they display
\nThe beauty that we are unable to see
\nIn the sunshine of a summers day
\nA beauty to another beholder they may be.
\nWe look for colour so we may please our eye,
\nWe search for scent, so as to please our smell
\nIn these the insect sees beauty too as he passes by,
\nBut he sees the beauty in the grasses as well.
\nNot alone in the flower but in what it contains
\nWhich will be of use to him as he is to the grass
\nAnd so the world regenerates as it rains
\nBecause the little insect did not pass.<\/p>\n
In this great process man is not needed
\nFor us there are different roles
\nOur indifference to individuality goes unheeded
\nAnd unblemished remains our souls.
\nWe do not have to kneel and worship
\nWe do not have to grovel and to pray
\nWe do have to live our lives as honest men
\nAnd in our dealings walk in His way.
\nAppointed are the ones who must worship
\nAnswerable to the One are they
\nAnd so they must kneel and must grovel
\nIn the Words that the One did say.<\/p>\n
It is they, who stop among us men, the grasses
\nWho to the rest do not appear fair
\nNot by any one the Appointed passes
\nAs he sees their inner beauty there.
\nPast he goes by the beings of beauty
\nOf them the Others will take care
\nHe knows that them, they will not wither
\nLoved they will be as they are rare.
\nThis it is our nature, it is the way we are,
\nGod made us this way, it is the way we are made
\nAppear we beautiful, or not from near or far
\nBe we fine or rough in grade.
\nBlooms we are, and as such we bloom
\nBut there comes a time when we must decay
\nAnd so God the Gardner comes to prune
\nBut he only cuts certain parts away.<\/p>\n
Some he takes so cruelly, as they are healthy
\nLife, we think, they should have had, is long\u0085
\nAnd some of the leaves both worn and withered
\nAnd sickly, and broken, and far from strong.
\nWhat we do not see is that in his wisdom the Gardner knows
\nStalk of flower when it dies makes fine wood
\nSeeds of the weather worn blossom grows
\nA new plant fine and strong and good.<\/p>\n
Fine flower plucked early by the Sage
\nMakes another jewel in the line
\nBeauty is not in age
\nFor the world, they were too fine.
\nThey displayed that they were the Lords creation
\nThe Lord was pleased that this was so
\nPromoted them to be His decoration
\nAs handsomely as his they did grow.
\nFor all and everything there is a time
\nAnd in His way and time, He will call.
\nAnd those who made his creation Fine
\nShall join him in his paradise hall.
\nLet us not doubt his judgement or why
\nOf what, or when, or how, we die
\nAsk not for everything to stay,
\nTrust instead in His way.<\/p>\n
If we had everything forever
\nTired we soon would be of it all
\nWith variation occoring, never
\nAmonst the great would die the small.
\nBeauty may make things look fair
\nBut often that may be all that\u0092s there
\nUgly may look the old, but in their hour,
\nThey were once a lovely flower:
\nFair as any you see that blooms.
\nThat, they were in their day\u0085
\nBut now their beauty is their fruit
\nTheir purpose now is not display.<\/p>\n
Their fruit in all soils He will sow
\nIn fertile soil and in desert sands
\nBut in order for it to grow
\nIt has to be tended by loving hands.
\nHowever, some of its seeds are not so fair
\nJust appear, and seem to stay where \u0096
\nThey find a spot, that\u0092s laid bare
\nBy hands that failed to care.
\nAnd should a delicate flower there already be
\nIt may by this be choked and die
\nThis is his Way, you see
\nIt is not for us to question why.
\nAnd, so beautiful may be the flower
\nAsk not for it forever to last
\nTrust it is the will of the Power
\nAnd permit it to fade away into the past.
\nAnd if because of its passing you are sad
\nYou should not about it never fear
\nThough the same bloom may not be had
\nAn identical one will appear next year.
\nFair indeed are the flowers that bloom
\nFair in their own way are the ones that die
\nNothing can last forever
\nAnd fair is the reason why.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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