Beauty And Time Poem by Christopher Teale

A flower that passed me by
With radiant beauty it didn't own
For as time comes its way
The seeds of age it will sow

A droplet that fell from the sky
In it, beauty I found
But I know it will shortly die
As it hits the frozen ground

Because time doesn't care for beauty
As it brings all good things to an end
And although sad is this reality
A secret meaning to beauty it lends

For being merely a moment
What it is in its unique self
It is much more precious than its meant
For never again being the same