As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.
Today, as I look out over the flower bed,
I see only the dead remains of these beautiful flowers from just six months ago.
No evidence of their past beauty, except this photograph, exists.
The time I spent gazing at their beauty and attempting to capture it in photographs was brief,
a couple of months at most.
This verse compares our lives to that of flowers, both fleeting.
Our time is short. Our time is valuable.
Let us spend our short time bringing beauty to the world around us,
just as these daisies did this past summer.