Like the grass
that grows then withers.
Like a breeze across the land.
Like the sunset
in the evening
is the life of mortal man.
Oh, how precious, oh how few,
and how fleeting
are the days
That the Father
gives each man
to find His ways.
Constance V. Walden
"For, all men are like grass,
and all their glory is like
the flowers of the field;
the grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of the Lord stands forever." 1 Peter 1: 24-25
