As transient as they are
the blooming buds are like snapshots of memories.
They come and go and
in the flicker of an eye they are gone.
The flowers are a reminder of what has come and gone.
Like your father and my own.
The vibrant colors highlight the beauty of life in all its pain and joys.
They survive in the desert and in the iridescent colors they display
I know that those memories will always be my own.