It blossoms in splendid beauty and dignity.
The sunlight shines on it. The rain showers it. It holds on strong while the storm passes. The wind blows and tosses it until it finally loosens. Then petal by petal it slowly breaks apart, swirling down, falling until it hits the ground where it shrivels and dies...
"How frail is humanity! How short is life, and how full of trouble! Like a flower, we blossom for a moment and then wither. Like the shadow of a passing cloud, we quickly disappear."