can't know why the lily has so
a time to bloom in the warmth
of sunlight's kiss upon its face.
Before it folds its fragrance in and
bids the world good-night to rest its
beauty in a gentler place.
But we can know that nothing that
is loved is ever lost, and not one
who has ever touched a heart can
really pass away, because some
lingers on in each memory
which they've been a part.