Strung Together

I put the seed in soil and nurse it on
and green, a tiny stalk, so slowly grows
Yet flowers die; a burst, then broken dawn
So brief a life, so soon forever closed

A splash of color bright with paint will stay
and flowers won't; and yet I grow them still
Because a song for just a moment played
is sweet, a shorter dance enhances thrill

So bud: erupt into a glorious bloom
Just moments, brief enjoyment, not to last
I may be marching on to final doom
Along the way I look at vistas vast

or that small bloom which time will soon destroy
but life is strung together with such joy