Since I have commented so often about the seeming tragedy and transience of stunningly beautiful flowers like the one posted here that last only a few hours, my son Jim and his family came upon the words of the hymn "In Hymns of Praise" at church Sunday and passed these words on to me:
The little flow'r that lasts an hour,
the sparrow in its fall,
They, too, shall share his tender care;
He made and loves them all.