A flower is like heaven.
It is with us for such a short time.
Although heaven is eternal, it is fleeting.
We cannot grasp the significance sometimes.
We can’t see the truth for the beauty?
Life is a puzzle for sure.
Maybe God wants us to figure it out for ourselves?
But man is a vain creature, he only wants the reachable.
The unreachable is fleeting but still there.
I can see it sometimes in my dreams, reaching out to be grasped.
I sleep, I reach, I grasp, I hold, I wonder, I marvel, I wake, I lose.