Transience

The petals have fallen and the blue poppy of the other day is reduced to its heart of gold - but the next one is in full bloom and the next next one is about to burst out.

As for man, his days are like grass;
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
the wind blows over it and it is gone,
and its place remembers it no more.
But from everlasting to everlasting
the Lord's love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children's children.
Psalm 103:15-17