4/13/11

Some artificial flowers on a table in a vase,

With nature’s semblance caught in cloth, time helpless to erase.

Its beauty trapped eternally and yet we must confess,

For all its loveliness unfading, still we love it less.

Is it the lacking fragrance?  No, sweet scents can be applied.

And clever crafting of synthetics clearly fools our eyes.

What is the flaw of frozen blooms which we cannot forgive?

The curse of that which never dies is that it never lived.