The Stoic Meditation of a Flower in a Field of Flowers

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Life is a gift,

Who among us wins this gift? 

We are but flowers in a field of flowers; 

In the late Autumn chill, 

When each day grows colder than the last, 

Our petals fall together.

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[John the Baptist]

Yes, the days grow colder and shorter, until finally all the flowers will be gone. Thus we must learn to cherish each day, that our petals not fall in vain.