Beauty frozen in time.

“Love is something eternal;
the aspect may change,
but not the essence.” - Vincent van Gogh



A flower may blossom, wither,
And then die
without anyone
Ever seeing or knowing it’s
Beauty...

But the artist can look at
The flower and freeze it
inTime –
Paint it onto canvas
To live a thousand life times

And a thousand generations
Will look upon the flower
And see the beauty it had
To offer
A beauty that once-

Blossomed, withered,
And died a long time ago....
And maybe some will say
To their selves –

I wonder what

The artist was thinking of-
As she froze a moment inTime –
and painted eternity