Petals will all but fade away,
As they fall to the table,
But it is in their nature to fade,
Whenever they are able.
Because nothin good and sweet
In this world may last,
For greatness Burns bright,
And it does indeed burn fast.
And to the water, in the vase.
Oh how I do wish you’ll stay.
But even on a hot day,
Or in this roses decaying flame,
The water will all but fade away.

It’s funny how almost all things will eventually evaporate.

To become again the atoms of which were made.