Beauty is fleeting, yet the beautiful abound;
The eye of the beholder is the only truth;
Memory endures, a life lived lasts.

Perception is a gemstone, shimmering facets as still as the sea;
Our past, a tall tale told by present elders to preserve halcyon youth;
Beauty is fleeting, yet the beautiful abound.

Mundane minds guard against the macabre, their fear their turnkey;
Insular, resistant! They exist but do not live, comforted by others’ untruth;
Memory endures, a life lived lasts.

Death brings an end, but only to a degree;
Feeding the Tree of Life sprouts Future’s Fruit;
Beauty is fleeting, yet the beautiful abound.

All that is, will one day not be;
Eternity’s Wheel turns, its promise nigh absolute;
Yet memory endures, and a life lived lasts.

Birth, Life, Death. These are our gifts three;
The First provides the Second; the Second justifies the First, and the Third is to the First, the soil to the root.
Beauty is fleeting, yet the beautiful abound.
Memory endures, and a life lived lasts.