They reminded me of the city, thousands and thousands of people milling through the streets. Everyone different in appearance but also expendable. How many of those people disappear overnight, never to be seen again yet the fact that they're missing or dead is barely noticeable but only to the ones closest to them.
I know there is no comparing the death of a flower to the death of a human but it was just more apparent to me that there was a similarity. We all matter, we all brighten the landscape, we are all beautiful in our own way. Yet when the time comes for us to depart this world those things no longer come into play. We're remembered just as these photos are but still the beauty is no longer visible to the eye. Our true beauty remains in every heart we touch, every smile we create, every good deed that we do. What we do and become today is how we will be remembered tomorrow. I only hope that I will be remembered as beautiful as a Day Lily.