Poetry: This Earth is a Killer Wave!

Proud be not of your beauty,sweet,
beauty is but a flicker of light,
a moment here, the next nowhere!
a flower that blooms in spring
is destined to bring
a momentous sensuous delight
then forever to roll in dust;
Many a joyous rose, Camellia ,Violet,Lily,
brighten hearts with their exuberant looks,
nourish the fountain of love with joy,
adorn the garb of Devi of love,
finally leave the floral clime
becoming dust to dust in time
that rolls back and sprouts
new roses and lilies from the dust again!

Ah, what a stark fate
for the beauty pure,
Oh, the killer fangs of the greedy voluptuous earth!
the flowers that we see blooming in life's garden
remind us of the multitude embedded in the dusty earth,
never to be reborn and adorn this world;
earth's womb is but a shroud for all things beautiful, young, handsome, lovely flowers,
of loved ones, creme de la creme and all,
lost forever,
the few that we happen to see
blossoming are just paradigms
of billions of beautiful flowers
that once decorated this world,
gulped away by this unkind earth;
only some of them lucky enough
to reincarnate and relive with flowery faces;
to ride on the crest of killer wave
to our heart's pleasure
to be lost again in time.