One word is just too short. Everything with life is, as well.
The word, “ephemeral” describes it in one word. “Lasting for a very short time.”, the meaning leaves a daunting wonder. It reminds how the little things matters.
Like the flowers, they are ephemeral beings on Earth. These still and small green to colorful bits of life have only a brief moment or I can say one season.
Spring, the time to bloom is where its’ prime is unleashed. It is an ephemeral time.
The surrounding greenery are scattered by red, blushed by its cousins of pinks and violets, shaded by blue, yellow and white which overlap or perhaps intertwine as the breezes excites every hue to dance. Nature has masterfully painted the provided snow as it melts into the slowly crept vibrancy.
We left the winter cold and aroused by the new air of renewed life. It is time to cultivate again with coming warmness.
Although it is a repeated cycle, it is a rejuvenated spring with a freshen outlook. It is almost as if you are meeting an old friend again. You may see the distinction after another year that has past and yet slight changes could be overlooked.
Observing all the past seasons including springs throughout the years but, they left their own individual impressions to remember by. You learn how time came so quickly and it was too quick to realize. If you read my work called Look to Captivate But Never Truly Captured, you’ll understand how time is our daily trickster that dares us.
It was almost an oblivion until I took notice of this. I heed warning to you that we are ephemeral as well. Not by how long we can live, but how we mind ourselves with limitations. There are times to never hold back.
Ephemeral can be turned to eternal if you believe it to be.