Ephemeral

Beauty that does not last,
Can be the most amazing kind.
It dies and becomes the past,
But left footsteps in your mind.

A delicate rose blooms,
And is picked for a gift.
Its life ends in doom,
But a spirit it can still lift.

Something as simple and ephemeral as a rose,
Can bring sweet life to any one,
Who has ever been in woe,
So why don't you have it done.

Our lives are short lived,
And we do not cherish this time well,
But our hearts cans still survive,
Till we say our word of farewell.