Eternity's Sunrise
She suddenly realizes there was a reason that she hardly ever buys fresh flowers, even though she loves them so: those beautiful flowers, they all inevitably wilt and die - one of the starkest examples of the transient nature, the ephemeral quality, of youth, beauty and life.
It is especially sad to see among the wilted brown petals the faded vestiges of the breathless beauty they once flaunted at their prime. Once, they had been proud belles, and everybody yearned for them; now, they hunch in misery, ravaged by age, wondering when they would be tossed out with yesterday’s refuse.
What should she do with her wilted flowers? She doesn't have the heart to throw them into the garbage bin.
Why, the flowers lament, what is our fault that we should die in such ignominy - to be thrown out like trash - when once we had been dearly adored? Did you not love us before or had you only loved ephemeral Beauty's lies? Dear heart, turn not away when Youth and Beauty fade ...
Now she wishes she hadn’t bought them in the first place. Why had she not been happy with just looking at them? She sees them growing wild in abundance on the grassy slopes and in the gardens of houses she passes every day – why had she not been contented with that; why had she wanted to own them?
Has she not learned by now that only one who kisses the joy as it flies will live in eternity’s sunrise?
And now, look what she has done – she has destroyed its winged life.
It is especially sad to see among the wilted brown petals the faded vestiges of the breathless beauty they once flaunted at their prime. Once, they had been proud belles, and everybody yearned for them; now, they hunch in misery, ravaged by age, wondering when they would be tossed out with yesterday’s refuse.
What should she do with her wilted flowers? She doesn't have the heart to throw them into the garbage bin.
Why, the flowers lament, what is our fault that we should die in such ignominy - to be thrown out like trash - when once we had been dearly adored? Did you not love us before or had you only loved ephemeral Beauty's lies? Dear heart, turn not away when Youth and Beauty fade ...
Now she wishes she hadn’t bought them in the first place. Why had she not been happy with just looking at them? She sees them growing wild in abundance on the grassy slopes and in the gardens of houses she passes every day – why had she not been contented with that; why had she wanted to own them?
Has she not learned by now that only one who kisses the joy as it flies will live in eternity’s sunrise?
And now, look what she has done – she has destroyed its winged life.
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