A wilted flower can be the most beautiful kind.  

Dried and wilted from a life well lived.  We try to prolong its life and preserve its beauty. Pressing them in books to keep them forever.

Picking the flowers so that we can admire them and keep them for ourselves.

If not for us, we use their beauty as a token of how much we care for someone else.

Once a flower has been picked, it blooms and it dies, but for most, they are admired and loved until the end.


 "The grass withers and the flowers fade beneath the breath of the Lord. And so it is with people."