Generations

They snuggle close into her side,

Not ready yet to bloom.
Her petals curl out of the way
To give them enough room.
For someday they will spread their blooms
And she will watch them grow
Into a world that they will see,
But she will never know.
 
For her time on this earth is brief
And then she will be gone,
But those small buds, as yet unbloomed,
Will blossom and live on.

Psalm 33:11

But the plans of the Lord stand firm forever, the purposes of his heart through all generations.