By Maya Green
This world’s beauty, however ravishing
It’s all but a fleeting thing
To wither and die, when comes the time
It’s destiny carved, by the hands of time
All the flowers, from the Earth’s gardens
Will hint of the beauty of the Heavens
Will only stay for so long, in the heat of day
A subtle reminder, to all those who pray
In the firm embrace of time
Nay, nothing endures forever
Save only, the words sublime
Of the Creator of it all — The Giver