All The Flowers Poem by Robert Merrett

All the flowers bring bloom and fade,
And all the gains, now spent, were made.
For every drop to gushing came,
A lost is found and lost again.

From each exploding star that's formed,
A love that hate has counter mourned.
And every pain exists in peace
And every happiness must weep.

Hear each silence create a song,
The empty place allows a throng.
As time itself can clearly see
Birth and death eternally