All good things must come to an end

Can’t hold on to the beautiful flowers

They inevitably will perish

Enjoy the beauty whilst it’s there

For once it’s gone, it’s gone

Hoping for the next bloom

Hoping there is enough nurturing in the meantime

Hoping its beauty can be displayed again

Hoping for the promise of enjoying its beauty again

Care, nurture and love it

But don’t smother it for it will become miserable and you will have ruined the whole thing

Then noone will be able to enjoy it ever again.